I Made an Enemy
Posted on 19:39, September 9th, 2009 by Small Town Mommy
The other day, I pissed off my GPS and I don’t know if she will ever forgive me. Now, if you have read for a while, you know that I got my GPS for Christmas last year. Small Town Mommy had a contest to name the GPS and the winning name was Heidi Claire. I received this GPS because I am chronically lost. I can get lost in the Small Town, where I have lived for more than 8 years.
For the most part, Heidi Claire and I get along great. She tells me where to go and I follow blindly. Occasionally, she has even introduced me to faster routes from one place to another. More often, she might not pick the most direct route, but we eventually reach our destination. The only time we run into trouble is when I don’t follow her instructions blindly. Sometimes, I will put in a final destination and will have a few short errands detours I plan along the way. That is when Heidi Claire gets pissed.
On the day in question (I so totally sound like an attorney), I was meeting a friend for lunch so I programmed the address for the deli into my GPS. On the way, I wanted to stop at the library (I am all about free books). Since the library and the deli were in opposite directions, I turned right when Heidi Claire said to go left. There we go, now she was pissed. In her snide tone, she said, “recalculating.” Then she told me to turn right. I had the nerve to ignore her again. She insisted more loudly, “Turn right!” (obviously if I am not listening to her instructions, I must be deaf). Then, the snide, “recalculating” again. ”Turn right dammit.” OK, she didn’t actually swear, but I recognized the expletive in her tone. Again, I ignored her and received another “recalculating” for my efforts. Then I turned left when she asked. ”Finally,” said her tone. I took that road until she told me to turn left. I turned right. After my visit to the library, I followed her instructions since the deli was my next stop.
Heidi Claire seemed appeased, but I still don’t think she has forgiven me. I think she is waiting until I have my next meeting in New York City so she can take me through the most dangerous part of the Bronx. If you don’t hear back from me, send out a search party.