We spent the weekend in Oklahoma with The Pony, celebrating our February birthdays. Hick wasn't the birthday boy, but he made sure we did something HE found entertaining. We went Goodwilling on Saturday afternoon. By that, I mean that Hick went traipsing through several Goodwills, and The Pony and I sat in A-Cad and talked about him.
Here's the thing: Hick didn't remember where all the Goodwills are. He asked The Pony, who only had a vague idea, since he, himself, is not much of a Goodwiller. Hick decided to consult the Garmin. I was not happy that he did this while in traffic. I encouraged him to pull over and type in his quest. At least Hick consented to searching only while stopped at traffic lights. I told him when it turned green.
The Pony was a backseat navigator.
"Um. You realize Goodwill is ONE WORD, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah," said Hick, feverishly re-typing.
"No. Nope. It's not GODwill, either. And you put two Ds in Goddwill."
"I didn't mean to do that."
"Uh. No. It's not GoodWELL..."
"I know. THERE. I got it."
Yes. Finally, Hick had a computer voice to tell him where to go.