I put my male ego aside and tried out my GPS service on my cell phone last week. For me to swallow my pride and allow this talking voice tell me how to travel was a huge step. Granted, I had somewhat of an ideal where I needed to go but not completely.
My wife and I got into our gas guzzling SUV after eating breakfast and I programmed the GPS device. First thing up, I never hear of the street it told me I was on. However, I decided ok let’s do what this “stupid” lady was instructing me to travel.
I pulled out of the parking lot onto the street and suddenly the grumpy lady gave me new directions. This time, the directions made sense to me. I started down this road and started following what she was telling me to, turn here, turn there. So far, so good!
I knew I would need to head toward the interstate and from where I was, there was two ways to get there. One was much closer but it was full of lights while the other had a few more lights in getting to the road but once there, the road to the interstate was a straight shot with highway speeds and only 1 light to contend with. Naturally, the GPS device chose the shorter route with the lights. I had already committed myself to this so I dutifully followed her directions.
After about 10 minutes, the lady on the device spoke up and told me that I would be needing to turn right …