“Right now there are thirty-one satellites zipping around the world with nothing better to do than help you find your way to the grocery store.”
~~ Ed Burnette
So in the last couple months I’ve done some traveling and wow (thanks JP Barnaby), to my surprise I found out my cell phone has a GPS.
Oh my goodness!
I listen to that little lady in my phone and she can be funny sometimes and get mixed up a few minutes and mispronounce words, but she sure did help me around Orlando, Florida and San Francisco and Oakland and San Diego and all places in between in California.
Reduced stress! And howdy!
It has been amazing.
Yes, she f*cked up in getting me and R to the private gay men’s beach in Florida, but that was mostly Google’s fault….
No, in the most part, I love love love my GPS. Although I wish she had Brad Pitt’s voice, or even James Early Jones’s.
Wait, GPS, you want me to turn left there?
I find your lack of faith…disturbing.
So thank you for all your help lately, GPS. You don’t know how much you have made my life easier, and how much I love you.