We have a GPS. Her name is Nancy. Usually she gets me where I need to go on time and with less stress than I would experience were Nancy not in my life. But today... well, let's just say that after today Nancy and I may be broken up.
I got up early this morning to drive to Huntsville, AL and while I briefly consulted Google Maps, I pretty much left my route up to Nancy. I trusted her. We had a rapport. She took that trust and rapport and sent me on a wild goose chase through middle Alabama. Instead of taking the interstate like I would have preferred, I went through every small town and 1-stoplight village between Atlanta and Huntsville (Hi, Section, Alabama! Go Lions! See ya at the Piggly-Wiggly!). By the time I realized what Nancy was doing to me, I was far enough away from I-75 that I was at her mercy. It seemed more trouble to backtrack than to just follow her instructions. So I made the drive, my speed constantly fluctuation between 35 MPH and 60 MPH, depending on my proximity to the next town, and I arrived at my destination only ten minutes later than expected. That is the only saving grace - while Nancy took my on a rinky-dink route, it was the shortest route, geographically-speaking. So I didn't actually lose time.
However I did suffer a few mild panic attacks when, in the middle of the sticks on a 2-lane highway, on a perfectly clear day, Nancy announced Lost Satellite Reception! and I was like OHSHIT, NANCY, YOU FIGURE IT OUT BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM AND THIS IS ALABAMA AND GOD HELP ME, I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM AND I AM SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK, SO NANCY, YOU FIND THAT SATELLITE, EMKAY?
She did find the satellite. And I found my way to work. And with some therapy and trust building exercises, Nancy and I may find a middle ground in our relationship. If she takes me to a Starbucks tomorrow on the way to work, that will be one step in the right direction.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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6 comments:
That's really funny. I trusted my GPS to take me on tiny back roads when I went to Cooperstown and my GPS saved me 45 minutes off of the Mapquest Directions. But, when that dreaded "Lost Satellite Reception" message pops up, yeah, all hell broke loose in the car.
ha! Mine is named Scarlett (named by my husband). Scarlett and I don't get along either!
You are hilarious.
Bwahahaha. Glad you and Nancy were able to reconcile. For now.
I am laughing and the dogs are confused. I can imagine how you felt though. Completely not funny at the time.
LOL!
You were pretty close to where I am in Alabama!
My sister had a similar problem with her GPS on the way to Disney World last summer. Turns out, she had set it for the scenic route.
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