It Would Be A Great Blonde Joke, If It Weren't True

So, two people are driving along on the highway. We'll call them Theresa and Julie (names changed because this is a true story, even though it involves no one who has ever appeared on this blog before). Theresa is driving in an unfamiliar city. Julie's job is to navigate and hand over the appropriate change at toll booths. (This is a simple task. If you cannot handle this task, please do not ever sit in the passenger's seat of my car.)

As they approach the first toll booth, Julie begins yelling at Theresa to get over. "You have to get in that lane! This is the wrong one." They make their way to the lane and pull up to the toll booth only to find that, while they have exact change, there is nowhere to deposit it. The lane they have chosen is an I-Pass lane, designated only for those who have prepaid passes. There is nowhere to pay, nor is backing up an option as other cars are now behind them. The only choice is to continue forward, knowing that a picture will be taken of the vehicle and a (much more expensive than the toll) ticket will almost certainly be in the mail.

Once they are on their way again, Julie decides to explain the confusion. "The other lanes said manual, and the truck is an automatic. I thought those lanes were for people driving a stick-shift."

You tell me what's more amazing: That this story is true or that she didn't get kicked out of the car...while it was still moving.

The passenger's seat is like the emergency exit row on a plane; do not sit there if you cannot handle the responsibility. Take your job seriously navigators, or you might find yourselves walking home.

Until later...