We need a burn can!

I can't count the weeks Bob has been saying, "We need a burn can."  The old one was a galvanized garbage can and they don't last long.  It got to the point it broke in half and who knows what the bottom looked like.  Last week I called a number from our local paper that advertised burn cans.  I told them I didn't need directions because Bob was there before.  Him, forget how to get somewhere!  Never!  Well it was close.  He had me put a place into his GPS.  You know me and electronics.  Why me?  Just because you are driving!  I tried, numerous times.  I hit every button I could.  It didn't give me a direction, it did give me an hourglass.  What is this?  It's looking for a satellite.  Yea, right.  Here take it back.  He tried doing it and it gave him the same hourglass.  He set it so it would show where we were at.  We drove for quite a while and saw some of the same sites twice.  Yes, I asked if we were lost and the answer was "No."  I just had to get that in there.  He finally turned up a road and found the campground he was looking for, and said, "It's right up here!"  And lo and behold it was.  Good, we can now get our burn can.  Not yet, no one is here.  So back home we went.  I called the number and found out when someone will be there.  So back we went at the appointed time and away we went.  "Bob, Bob, where are you?"  Oh, he's out christening the new burn can....