If you’re anything like me, you sometimes wonder what’s the matter with GPSes (is that how you pluralize that?). It’s supposed to be able to navigate at least to places that haven’t changed in a while. After all, that’s why you paid good money for this tiny box. Yesterday while attempting to go to the DMV, this situation arose again. Fortunately, Jeremy was able to shed some light on what is going on inside that box.
Me: If it’s going to take me to Walnut, I don’t understand why it took me down Waugh (I’m pretty sure I say this street name wrong every time) and then Thornton. This is way longer.
Me (5 minutes later): It didn’t even bring me out any further down. Ugh. Does it even know where I am??
Jeremy: She was probably busy when it was time for your turn.
Jeremy: You know, she was having a conversation with the radio when you booted the GPS up. She said “Hold on a minute, Radio.” And then turned to you and said, “Yeah, turn left here.” Then she went back to talking “I’m sorry for *that* rude interruption, did you hear the news about Left Blinker? He went out with Right Headlight! And Right Blinker found out and…” “Wait!!! Turn right, right here!” and then she thinks you don’t know where you’re going anyway so she goes back to not paying attention.
Me: *laughing instead of yelling at the gps at this point* Fair point. Maybe I’ll have to replace her with someone less chatty.
For anyone wondering, we did make it to the DMV, even though it was a long way around. I now have a ridiculous paper GA driver’s license for the next 2-4 weeks until I get a real one.