For most of us, that little black box affixed to our dashboard has become indispensable.
And it knows it.
The GPS we all share a love/hate relationship with is described as a “space-based global navigation satellite system that provides location and time information in all-weather, anywhere on or near the Earth, where there is an unobstructed line of sight to four or more GPS satellites.”
“Space-based”? I knew it. Aliens have finally found another way – besides that labor-intensive anal probing – to mess with us unsuspecting Earthlings. How else do you explain all of the GPS horror stories innocent drivers find themselves sucked into every day?
Drivers have followed their GPS instructions into…
- The edge of a cliff.
- A low bridge. (Not good if you’re driving a bus!)
- Into a river.
- A cherry tree. (Seriously.)
My wife recently found herself thrown twenty minutes behind schedule because of her blind trust in that technological wonder. Many seniors believe there is an actual woman sitting in an office somewhere, sipping coffee while indulging her naughty side by intentionally screwing with drivers all over North America!
Come to think of it, that would be a cool and highly rewarding job to have, wouldn’t it?
As for the rest of us, we could take a page from our ancestors’ book and attempt to utilize that archaic method of navigation known as a map. Then again,we’re not animals, are we?