God has a sense of humor to make us eat our words. While visiting Texas, I doubted my eyes were seeing properly.
A self-driving car with a man in the passenger seat. After a double-take, I had to take photos. I thought the man was brave, and 'you couldn't pay me to ride in one of those things.'
That was about six months ago. Fast forward to last week, and those driverless cars called Waymo seemed to have multiplied around Austin like ants.
It was eerie. I mean, you have humans who can't drive, and then you add a driverless car to the road. Not a good combination.
We needed to take an Uber to the hotel, and my husband said, "Hey, I just picked us one of those cars."
I thought he was joking. He wasn't. I don't know if I was scared or curious, but I agreed.
First, we had to find the car. Check. It was waiting at the corner with hazard lights activated. Honestly, I felt like someone was playing a video game, directing the car down the dark side roads, and I was part of the script. We did arrive safely.
The next day, my husband wanted to ride in another one.
My response, "Absolutely not. I'd rather tip a human."
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As a Christian, Pat describes the evidence of the gift of the Holy Ghost as a life-altering experience. She has converted her sofa-strapped sports fanatical husband into an amateur travel agent, untrained bodyguard, and GPS-guided chauffeur. They have a son and a daughter. Pat holds a B.S. in mass communications from Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts, and has worked in radio, television, and print media for more than twenty years. Visit her at www.patsimmons.net.
