My Husband Asked How I Would Find My Way Home Without GPS. My Answer Made Him Question His College Degree

My husband has always believed he is the smartest person in our marriage.

He has a college degree, reads complicated books, watches documentaries, and occasionally explains things to me that I never asked him to explain.

So when he asked me a question one evening, I could tell he was preparing to test my intelligence.

We were sitting on the couch after dinner. He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly looked up.

“Honey, let me ask you something.”

I put down my cup of tea.

“Okay. What?”

“Imagine you’re driving through the countryside, and your car breaks down in the middle of a huge forest. You have no phone signal, no GPS, and no idea where you are. What would you do?”

I thought about it for a moment.

“Well, first, I’d try to figure out which direction I came from.”

He nodded, looking pleased.

“Good. And what if you couldn’t?”

“I’d look for signs of civilization.”

He smiled.

“Okay. But what if there were no roads, no houses, and absolutely no one around?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Why are you trying so hard to get me lost?”

He laughed.

“I’m just curious. Come on. What would you do?”

I leaned back and considered the situation more carefully.

Then I remembered something my father had once told me.

“I know exactly what I’d do.”

My husband raised an eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d find a large rock.”

“A rock?”

“That’s right.”

He put his phone down.

“Okay… What would you do with the rock?”

“I’d look for a coyote.”

He stared at me.

“A coyote?”

“Yes. And when I found one, I’d throw the rock at it.”

For a few seconds, he said absolutely nothing.

Then he burst out laughing.

“Wait. You’d throw a rock at a coyote? Why on earth would you do that?”

I shrugged.

“Because my father told me that if you frighten a coyote, it will run toward the nearest city.”

My husband stopped laughing.

I continued explaining my brilliant plan.

“So all I’d have to do is follow it. Eventually, I’d reach civilization. Problem solved.”

He looked at me as if I had just announced that I could navigate the entire planet using a potato.

“That’s your survival strategy?”

“Yes. Pretty clever, isn’t it?”

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and looked toward the ceiling.

I smiled proudly.

“Well? What do you think?”

Without answering, he picked up his laptop, opened it, and began clicking through some folders.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Deleting something.”

“What?”

“My college degree.”

I blinked.

“Why?”

He sighed dramatically.

“Because somewhere along the way, I clearly missed the class where they taught people how to follow frightened coyotes home.”

I started laughing so hard that I nearly spilled my tea.

He shook his head and closed the laptop.

“Twenty years of education,” he muttered. “And apparently, all I needed was your father’s wildlife navigation system.”

I gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, honey. If we ever get lost together, I’ll take care of everything.”

He looked at me suspiciously.

“How?”

“I’ll bring two rocks.”

He stared at me for a moment.

Then he got up and walked into the kitchen.

I heard him mutter something about booking a vacation somewhere with excellent GPS coverage.

Of course, my father’s advice was never meant to be an actual survival technique. Approaching or provoking wild animals is dangerous, and coyotes do not reliably lead people toward cities.

But as far as winning an imaginary argument with my husband was concerned, I considered the evening a complete success.

And honestly, I still think he should keep his college degree.

You never know when we might need someone to carry the rocks.