Since it’s the new year I decided to try something different.
I’ve decided to create a weekly post called Things That Annoy Me every Thursday.
In a quarter mile turn right...
What’s a quarter mile?
Is it this turn?
Or the next one?
Maybe I should have paid more attention in math class. Only I don’t recall going over what a quarter mile was.
Okay. I’ll turn here. This has to be a quarter mile..
Recalculating.. (in a snotty gosh-what-a-moron voice)
Great. I’ve just been chastised by my GPS.
But seriously? What IS a quarter mile?
Why does my GPS love to confuse me?
And why did it start speaking German all of a sudden that one time?
It started off in English and then switched to a language that I didn’t comprehend.
And it told me off in German, too.
*Insert German word for recalculating here*
I’m tired of being told off by electronics!
What the GPS SHOULD say if I make a wrong turn is, “I apologize for baffling you, but you’ve made a wrong turn.” But no. Instead it’s all, “RECALCULATING.”
Why do I even bother?
Oh, that’s right, because I can’t read a map.
Tom can attest to this. Before we had a GPS we used maps and I had to figure out where we were going while Tom drove.
This did not go well.
Tom would ask where we needed to turn. I’d stare at the map in confusion.
“Well? Where do we turn?” Tom would ask.
“Um…” I felt like I did when my scary French teacher would scream at me in French to answer her question in French which I did not understand because I never COMPREHENDED French!
“Do I turn here?”
I twisted the map around as though that would help me find the answer. It didn’t.
Needless to say Tom would usually miss his turn and I’d wind up in tears.
I figured the GPS would solve everything.
Neither of us knows what a quarter mile is.
Neither of us speaks German.
And once when we were trying to find a Golden Corral, the GPS led us to an apartment complex that I swear was depicted on Cops before.
Today I write about mean GPSes.
Will I stop using one?
Will I ever learn what a quarter mile is?