Yesterday, on the way to the Kingdom Hall for the service arrangement we passed a Demolition-Derby-type accident involving a half dozen cars. A number of Police cruisers with flashing lights had accumulated at the scene. Car drivers, passengers and Police officers milled about on the street. Detritus of automobile provenance littered a good stretch of road. An entire car bumper rested along the center white line and a man with a large broom pushed debris from the road. Business as usual on a Florida expressway. We have a theory that the hour-long traffic lights tend to make drivers more impatient here.
This is not the actual accident, but
it gives the general idea.
At the Hall, for whatever reason, the eight of us going out were confronted with a peculiar problem. No one had a territory. No one that is but me. I had picked up one at the previous meeting in case we chose to go out sometime when there was no group arrangement. I had the pleasure of being Thursday morning's hero.
Later that morning Carol and I left to make a return visit on an interested person. Stopped at an intersection to wait out one of those hour-long red lights we were treated to the unusual sight of a police woman giving tickets to pedestrians for jaywalking. I knew this happens but I had never witnessed it before. The culprit walks away holding a ticket the size of one of our tracts.
Since our TomTom GPS has stopped working I am using a GPS iPhone App. It seemed to perform reasonably well but the female voice giving directions is remarkably bossy. None of this, "Right turn 50 feet ahead." Instead it barks, "Turn right in 50 feet!"
We used it to make the return visit in a gated apartment complex. We followed instructions until we heard, "You have arrived at your destination."
High marks for at least bringing us to where we
could at least see our destination.
Now I'm trying out a different GPS app. We're hoping to get something a little more astute before we begin our voyage home.



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