I’m not one for high tech gadgets. Some gadgets make me laugh and wonder what our society is coming to. Have you seen what some of those toilet seats can do? Why do we need to shovel out so much money for something we can do just fine the good old fashioned way?
What I am however, is a great big hypocrite. I laugh at technology, but try taking away my e-mail, digital camera and Heaven forbid, my MP3 player! My new thing is my dear new friend, Garmin. She is a lovely lady from GPS land.
I am not a person who likes to take risks. I am very happy all warm and snug in my box. People seem to think that I need to step out of that box. So now I have a GPS whom I have named Garmin after her brand. Now I can explore this new area that I live in without worry that I will get lost. Basically, a GPS is the high tech equivalence of bread crumbs from the story , Hansel and Gretel.
Being more confident with my high tech bread crumbs, I decided to do a little bit of exploring and ventured out to a city about an hour and a half away from home. I trust that technology is usually accurate, well, more accurate than I am at least. There have been a couple of times though, when I swear Garmin tried to get rid of me. The first was when she had me turning down a phantom street. I was so embarassed as many people witnessed me try to turn into a freaking field at a busy intersection! I wish that all those people could have heard Garmin practically yell at me “turn left” “TURN LEFT”
Since I foiled her the first time, she tried again with a spin. She tried to get me on the way home and waited until it was dark and in the middle of the wilderness. What she didn’t know was that I knew where I was at that point, and knew that it was a straight shot home, no turns. All of a sudden she starts saying, “in .7 miles turn right”, “turn right”. Uh, excuse me!! If I turned right I would be through a guardrail and down what looks to me in the dark a cliff that leads to a long, long way down. “Re-calculating” she said… yeah, re-calculating my demise!
Don’t get me wrong, I love Garmin, even though she tries to kill me sometimes. She has gotten me home again, safe in my nice warm, comfortable box.