Karen had bought a GPS earlier in the year. Before the trip to the beach, before New York, before the mess. Jim was terrible with directions. He even got lost driving to the grocery store, despite having lived in Scranton his entire life (Karen couldn’t help but laugh at that memory, and his insistence that the grocery store had moved since the week previous). Every time Jim drove, she made him use the unit (against his protests). It still had all ‘their’ spots programmed in – Dunder Mifflin, Blockbuster, the grocery store, the Y.

            She confidently hit delete all, and programmed in her new destination – Utica, NY. 185 miles.