I was in Atlanta visiting my kids over the Fourth holiday, and my daughter had a GPS. I am so sold! GPS gizmos were made for ditzy people like me, so I told me husband, and cajoled my husband, and convinced him I need one. He is ordering it this week. My Son in law suggested a TomTom brand, so that is what we are going to get. Maybe all you out there with your accurate inner compasses are laughing in derision at me, but I don’t care. You haven’t lived a life of making wrong turns…repeatedly… not even able to psyche yourself out with thinking “I’ll just do the opposite”. The opposite would just happen to be the one time I made the right choice to begin with… and you know… made the wrong turn yet again.
But no more. My daughter’s little GPS ( where are Jan and Dean when you need an anthem?) sticks on its own little hook on the windshield… it talks to her and is always patient when she makes a wrong turn or ignores its directions.. no matter… just take you from where you are and redirect you to the right pathway. There is a spiritual lesson in that somewhere.
Of course, it is a little annoying when you decide you are going somewhere else than what you programmed in at the start of the trip, but that is OK. I just started talking to the voice, which is not far different than the way I talk to myself when panicking, as once more I am late and know that no one will believe the surreal story of my detours into the outer limits of the possible choices in making the destination. And as I said, I can’t fool myself, no, my brain is too smart for me… it gets me there in record time if I leave a half hour early. Which offends my frugal sense of time wasting hatred. Never mind that my tardiness wastes other peoples time… but that is another post and topic. ( which I will likely never write.. it is too painful to face. and boring)
Anyway, I am here to tell you all that the GPS devices are the best thing since sliced bread… they are cooking with gas… they will save you from tense husbands who second guess themselves, too.
I cannot wait for this. No more unintended scenic detours.
I’m tellin’ ya…even the picture makes me excited with anticipation. I know this probably sounds like a paid post or some soft sell, but it is for real… I have struggled with this type of brain fog all my life and the serenity I felt with that little voice telling me where to go… well, there are most likely dark observations to be made about my psyche and all, but it was the first gizmo I have ever been excited about since…. my computer. No lie. I don’t think I was this excited about my computer, even. I know it is the control freak in me that is jumping up and down: I will know where I’m going and how to get there…YAYYYYY
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I’m with you on this one. Brian got a GPS (Garmin nuvi) for Father’s Day. He’s been playing with it around town, but we really put it to the test a couple of weeks ago when we took a 10+ hour road trip. It paid for itself more than once when we were able to tell the kids that the bathroom stop they so desperately needed was only a couple of miles ahead. :o) We also liked the ETA feature, but it was discouraging to see it creeping later and later as we visited half the public bathrooms in the state of Ohio. :o)
BTW, we gave our GPS a name. That way when I ask her – out loud – where we’re I’m supposed to go, it doesn’t feel so strange that I’m talking to a little box attached to my windshield. It’s silly, I know, but it’s fun!
Ugh. I hate it when I mess up emoticons. Those should be smilies. 😀
I know. Those things are an answer to prayers I didn’t even know I had- a name… now there is an idea!
Jenn didn’t mention the name but it’s “Phoebe”. We’re using the British voice. It seemed appropriate. 🙂 I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with this – psychologically speaking, that is.
BTW, Jenn wanted on as much, if not more, than I did.
you realize of course that this means the end of jokes about guys asking for directions….!
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