Arguing With Gps

Arguing with GPS. Pernicious words, hatred spewed in impotent rage against the female voice telling me to turn left at the first roundabout “Shut up, silly cow, I know this road better than you.” “You never follow my instruction is it because I`m a woman?” “No dear, it is because I know the roads around here better than you.” “So, you don´t need me anymore? “No, dear is no so when sitting alone in the car it is nice to hear a friendly voice.” Sobbing and soft music from the GPS. “You have to follow the instruction,” she said, sounding like my doctor. He got angry and said, “I can turn you off if I want to.” She said you will regret this when driving to Lisbon.” When arriving home, the voice said, “you have arrived at your destination.” For heaven’s sake, I know.