We went on a 100 mile excursion around Atlanta today. We had the bright idea to use the G.P.S. About 25 miles into the trip, we took the right turn it demanded. Why can't these things sound like my girlfriend? She has a solft, warm syrupy voice; I can just imagine her as a G.P.S. voice. "Turn right Dear you're getting soooo warm, allmost there Sweetie. Please turn left here Lover." Sorry I must have dozed for a moment. Much better, right? There stood a sign, it said, bridge will be removed permently and gave a date some months prior. As we rounded the curve the bridge came up, well it didn't come up at all, it was gone. We turned around as the G.P.S. fought for control, demanding we turn around as soon as possible. Kind of like a wife would, oops that was low, sorry. The bridge was out and the machine didn't know it. Worse there was no way to explain it. We drove in one direction for a while until it got the point and retook control. We drove a few miles and ended right back where we started from. We tried to go in the other direction, after several pig paths, two driveway that connected and a pass through pic a part we arrived at the bridge out road again. Aaaarrrrrggggg. Someone needed to invent a G.P.S. that sounds like a girlfriend, not a wife and tell her that damn bridge is out on Coffee rd.
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