“That's it! Exactly!” I lean forward eagerly.
“I feel lost. And if I could just trace the path, if I could navigate back somehow...” Loser Dave is nodding wisely.
“I can do you a deal.”
“What?” I say, not understanding.
“I can do you a deal on GPS.” He taps his nose. “We're branching out at Auto Repair.” For a moment I think I might explode with frustration.
“I don't literally need GPS!” I almost yell. “It's a metaphor! Me-?ta-?phor!”
“Right, right. Yeah, of course.” Loser Dave nods, his brow furrowed as though he's digesting my words and mulling them over. “Is that a built-?in system?” I don't believe it. Did I actually go out with this guy? “Yeah, that's right,” I say finally.
“Honda makes it. Let's have the garlic bread.” When I arrive home later, I'm planning to ask Eric wha
