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We went house-hunting last Sunday and we got a “little” lost. But we had the GPS on! These navigating thingamabobs may be infamous for making you take the traditional long winding route to a destination, but in the end, still gets you to where you want to go, doesn’t it?
It isn’t the first time that hubby did not listen to the GPS! Let me put it this way, it’s not the first time that hubby “disagreed” with the GPS and followed his own satellite coordinates (ego-experience-skill triangulation?)
Presenting the Cyborg-ish Voice vs. The Hard-headed Driver:
Hubby ignores the turn.
GPS: *Route re-cal-cu-la-tion*
Hubby keeps on going.
GPS: *In 100 yards, turn right*
Hubby: You’re showing me the wrong way.
Hubby turns left.
Hubby: I know it’s off
GPS: *Turn back*
*Wifey in her mind, “whatever…just keep on going guys while I enjoy the show.”
GPS: *Route re-cal-cu-la-tion*
Hubby: Shut up! You’re showing me the wrong way!
GPS: *Turn back*…*Turn back*….*Turn back*…*Turn back*…*Turn back*….*Turn back*…*Turn back*…*Turn back*….*Turn back*…*Turn back*…*Turn back*….*Turn back*
It’s just a suggestion. Got any ideas?
