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When Gps Attacks

How we love our Global Positioning System for getting us to a place…and back but what are we to do…when our GPS attacks? First of all let me come clean…I admit with my GPS…sometimes I like to play I’ll miss a turn on purpose…just to see what she will say. After all it is my Global Positioning System…I am the consumer Only I didn’t know my GPS didn’t have sense of humor. The first indication I had that of humor she was bereft was when in the middle of a bridge one day she advised me to ‘Turn Left’ But that was a few years ago…many times since then…together we have driven However on our latest trip to the mountains I found I have yet to be forgiven. I programmed in our route…and things seemed to be going smooth…until… before we knew it instead of heading north we were heading east to Jacksonville. I imagine before this happened she probably thought I persecuted her When….for a fraction of a second…as a joke…I may have muted her. The next thing I knew we had crossed the state in the completely wrong direction So I apologized, reprogrammed her and waited for her correction. And she did correct, at least I think she did…we seemed headed the right way but some of the roads seemed desolate…one was even made of clay…. I finally had to turn her off…but speaking as the consumer… I now believe my GPS has a mischievous sense of humor Because it took us 12 hours to finally arrive at our hotel on this madcap trip she’d been choreographing and even though she was turned off… I swear I could heard her laughing.

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