Hank is a very versatile bass player - he plays both country AND western. His sense of direction is terrible, though, and he keeps getting lost on the way to gigs. His band mates are so fed up that they buy him a GPS satellite navigation system for his car. Saturday comes, the night of their next gig, and there is no sign of Hank. A cellphone rings...
"Hi Hank? Where the hell are ya?"
"New Haven, Connecticut"
"What are you doing there? You're supposed to be at the gig tonight!"
"I got lost"
"But what about the GPS?"
"I didn't like it. Too many directions. I reprogrammed it and now I like it much better. All it says now is 'Route 5, Route 5, Route 5' over and over."
"Hi Hank? Where the hell are ya?"
"New Haven, Connecticut"
"What are you doing there? You're supposed to be at the gig tonight!"
"I got lost"
"But what about the GPS?"
"I didn't like it. Too many directions. I reprogrammed it and now I like it much better. All it says now is 'Route 5, Route 5, Route 5' over and over."
