Just today I was driving down St. Charles Ave when I said to myself, “Dude, I could totally go for a burrito right now.” (Yes, I called myself “dude.”) Suddenly I realized that my shiny new GPS navigation system could easily tell me the nearest burrito place. With a few taps of the touch-screen, I was scarfing down the “gutter punk burrito” at Juan’s in no time.
I never thought I would have any need for a navigation system. I’ve never been one for new tech devices (think The Terminator) and I have a pretty good sense of direction. But I just moved to a new city, so I though the transition would be a lot easier if I could ease the learning curve for the city layout.
I knew my way around enough to not get lost. I knew where I was and I knew how to get home. I just couldn’t get anywhere because I didn’t know where anything else was. That is, until I got a navigation system. So normally when I’m trying to follow directions, I’m hyper alert about where I am, where I’m going, and always on the lookout for street signs. Now I can relax and enjoy the scenery. The computer lets me know what’s up.
If you take a wrong turn without a navigation system, you have to figure out how to get back to that turn you missed. If you can’t get back to that spot without getting lost, you’re screwed. This is the reason I once circumnavigated the entire state of Rhode Island. Luckily, Rhode Island is about the size of a Scrabble board (well… Super Scrabble Deluxe Edition).
But with my navigation system, it’s microprocessor does all the freaking-out for me. No longer do I shout obscenities when I miss exit 332A because that douchebag won’t let me over. No sir, my navigation system soothes me by saying “It’s cool, dude [yes, dude]. I know another way. Just relax and I’ll let you know the next best way to get to Popeyes.” Okay, it doesn’t use those words exactly. It just says “recalculating…” but I know what it really means.