Idaho...(You are not here...)((Fuck Space...))(((And Guster While You're At It...)))
You find yourself fifteen miles outside of Idaho Falls at 11pm in the middle of farmland.
Why?
Because that's where the directions in your GPS end.
Why?
Because it believes there's a hotel here.
Why?
No. Fucking. Clue.
A half hour later you find the hotel. The next morning you drive out to the dealer's location.
You drive down a street and start cursing.
Why?
Because you can't find the dealer.
Why?
Because the GPS says it's here and it's not.
Why?
No. Fucking. Clue.
You hang a blind right a half a mile later to turn around and in one of the strip malls on that road is the dealership you've been looking for.
Fucking Idaho.
Why?
Because that's where the directions in your GPS end.
Why?
Because it believes there's a hotel here.
Why?
No. Fucking. Clue.
A half hour later you find the hotel. The next morning you drive out to the dealer's location.
You drive down a street and start cursing.
Why?
Because you can't find the dealer.
Why?
Because the GPS says it's here and it's not.
Why?
No. Fucking. Clue.
You hang a blind right a half a mile later to turn around and in one of the strip malls on that road is the dealership you've been looking for.
Fucking Idaho.