A Story

I'm driving down the highway with God at the wheel. I'm sitting next to Him, navigating, with classic rock playing on the radio. I tell Him to get off at the next exit, it's just up ahead. He drives past it. I tell Him that we can just get off at the next exit and loop back. He drives past it.
"Why aren't we getting off?" I ask Him.
"That isn't the right way," He replies.
OK, but it is. I am the navigator, after all.
"So let's just exit onto this road coming up. It parallels this one," I said, hoping to trick Him into getting off on a road that will eventually curve back.
But He knows better. "No, that isn't the right way, either."
Curses. Foiled again.
"We're already on the right road," He said, surprising me.
No we're not. This isn't where we were going. It's like when your mom tells you you're going to Six Flags, but really takes you to the dentist's office.
"Then where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"When?"
"When we get there."
"But how will I know when we're there?"
"There will be more traffic, and the roads will change."

Great. I hate rush hour. Especially when there's construction.