After *not* getting hit by the train when we stopped at a light and the gates started coming down towards our tail, GPS flipped out at us.
Me: Is JAARS in a residential area?
Big Frog: I zogged.
Me: You zogged?
Big Frog: It wanted me to zig, but I zogged.
Me: It wasn't a zag?
Big Frog: It was bad.