I have a love/hate relationship with my GPS. Ok, I really do love it. So much that when my first one was "stolen" (aka lost so well under the seat I was convinced it was stolen at the park in Midvale) We went out and bought a new one. Isaac wisely reminds me to "trust the GPS". Every time I second guess it, it takes longer than it would have if I had followed directions in the first place. Who knew it was faster to go to the Doctor's via 12600 South than Bangerter? That's the love part; finding baseball fields is a snap, traffic warnings are great, birthday parties? No problem. Which is where I was headed with Josh this afternoon...
Now comes the hate part. First of all, that VOICE! "Recalculating...Recalculating..." A little irritating. But worst of all, it shows the speed limit and your current speed. In theory, this is a great thing. I never notice speed limit signs, but there it is on my GPS helping me out. The problem, your current speed turns red when you exceed the speed limit. Even by one teeny tiny mph. So on our way to the birthday party:
Josh "Mom, you're speeding"
Me: "No I'm not"
Josh: "The speed limit's 35 miles per hour"
Me: "I'm only going 36."
Josh "But the speed limit is 35!"
Me: (slowing down) "Is that better?"
Josh: "Yes"
We keep driving for about 30 seconds. My speed apparently creeps back up....
Josh: "Mooooooooooom...."
Apparently, there is no gray area when it comes to the GPS.
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