Just then, a small car pulled up alongside me and the driver-side door opened. I recognized the license plate. It was a rental.
“You had to send me an economy class?” I asked God. “You couldn’t give me an upgrade? I’m not asking for an SUV, but I’m just saying…”
“Don’t start,” God replied.
And I didn’t. As I drove off, I heard another voice from on high. This time it was the GPS. “Recalculating,” a mechanical female voice blurted out.
“Recalculating indeed,” I thought, as I headed for the exit ramp.