“Continue on for one point five miles,” crooned the GPS.
“Straight here?” he asked.
“Yes,” said the realtor.
Up over a small rise in the road the pavement ended.
“Oh no!” she said.
“Stop stop stop!” said the realtor.
He hit the brakes and went into a skid. So he let up on the brakes and straightened their trajectory before starting to pump the breaks. Gradually the car came to rest halfway down a hill.
“Oh my gosh. Have you ever seen so much mud in your life?” she said.
“No.” he said as they gazed out the windshield at a half a mile of mud where the road should have been.