A older lady in Belgium begins a 93-mile trip to pick up her friend in Brussels. NINE HUNDRED MILES LATER, she ends up in Croatia - apparently because she blindly followed a wonky GPS in her car. I'm not pointing this out because the person is female, or Belgian, or old - it's just hard to conceive of such a trip if someone has even a handful of synapses still firing. Says Sabrina, the hapless driver:
"Distracted" for a couple of days, a couple of fill-ups and 900 miles? Were you knitting a sweater for your friend while driving to pick her up?? C'mon lady!I was distracted, so I kept driving. I saw all kinds of traffic signs, first in French, then German and finally in Croatian, but I kept driving because I was distracted.