She let her boyfriend drive—blindly romantic, like handing your GPS to a squirrel and hoping for Paris.
Twenty minutes in, they’d circled the same gas station twice, debated whether “scenic route” was just code for “I have no idea,”
and somehow ended up at his favorite burger joint—again.
What did she learn?
If you give up the wheel, don’t be shocked when the road trip of love turns into a detour to someone else’s cravings.
