Leaving tomorrow to spend time with my kiddos and grandkiddos in Texas.
Driving there reminds me why some people are on Prozac. Honestly, if I had to wrangle with Houston traffic on a daily basis, I’d have to find a 12-Step Group.
Even with my Navigation system, I’m practicing my leftover Lamaze breathing to forestall the anxiety attacks. For one thing, when driving alone, it’s not always safe to attempt to look at the road and the nav system at the same time. And, because I didn’t update my system, the little chick inside sometimes drones out the wrong exit number. Okay, so maybe that’s not her fault. . .
I do wish, though, she’d be more interactive. Especially on those long drives. . .It’d be nice to have someone with whom I coul
d chat and turn off when I’m tired of talking.
Here’s a list, though, of all those things I’m glad Miss NavSystem can’t say:
1. Do you have short term memory loss? How many times do you have to program the directions to the nearest Starbucks?
2. You are going the wrong way. AGAIN. STOP. Turn around. Listen when I speak to you.
3. I said take the NEXT right, not THIS right.
4. Do not attempt to shout directions at me when you are lost. You do not understand how to use the VOICE COMMAND. Screaming, “Where the blazes is Exit 92?” is not a command I recognize.
5. You are pathetically directionally impaired.
