This week I finally broke down and acquired a GPS. Living in New Jersey, the item will come in incredibly handy. Roads out here are laid in a plan best understood by 17th century colonists, which I am not. I usually figure out where I need to go, but it isn't always pretty.
So I finally caved in and JT and I have joined the 21st century. We've named our GPS JoJo and she's a helpful assistant as we wander the roads of the state. The only problem that I detect is that the two of us really like to jack with JoJo, following a route different from the one she recommends. She's quite patient when we travel off the grid. But I can see that her lot will be a difficult one with the two of us behind the wheel.
Sorry, JoJo.
3 comments:
You need to get one of those GPS's with Snoop Dogg as the voice of the pilot. Fo shizzle dizzle.
One of the things that I loved when I moved to Florida was, if you get lost, you just had to travel east and eventually you will hit the ocean. From there you just have to decide to go north or south. I grew up in Kentucky and directions were a nightmare. I definitely would get a GPS if I still lived there.
My GPS is named Mildred, and she is an alcoholic '50's housewife. If you catch her early on in the day, she's only had a few drinks, and will get you where yer going. But once it's anywhere past 5pm, she becomes quite the spiteful direction giver, at which point driving anywhere evolves into a psychological game, more than anything else.
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