Misplaced Trust

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Global Positioning System

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I have decided that I need to rely on my own brain more and on my electronic devices a lot less.  When did we start trusting the British lady who talks to us on our GPS more than our own experiences and memories?  You know you’ve done this — asked your GPS to map your travels and then followed it even though it didn’t make sense, it was dangerous, it took longer – whatever the case may be.  Your gut told you it was wrong — you’ve been there before but just weren’t quit sure how you got there – so you needed some help.  You trusted this computer which was probably programmed by someone who had either never been anywhere near your objective – or was probably drunk when they were!  Why do we do this?  We apparently have lost all of our common sense and are turning our lives over to ‘robots’ — can the world of Terminator or I, Robot be far behind?

Why this rant against my poor, innocent GPS which was only trying to help?  Because last week, I followed its directions when I knew better and ended up in a part of town which is known as a shooting gallery!  As we passed 10th and What the Heck are You Doing Here, I knew I should have stayed on the highway — but I kept listening to that stupid British woman tell me to take another right that only took me deeper into 10th and Where the Hell is Your Bulletproof Vest!  I wouldn’t have listened to this insane woman if she was sitting next to me in the car, but because she was coming from a ‘computer’ and had maps to back up her theory — I just kept going!  As I went by 10th and You are Dead Meat – I decided I had had enough – in fact, if my GPS was a real person, I would have pushed her out the door just for punishment for getting me into this predicament (even though, technically it was my own fault since I knew better!).

I turned the direction my ‘gut’ told me to go, restrained myself  from throwing the damn GPS out the window and got back on track to my destination.  A trip that should have taken 30 minutes ended up taking me an hour and aged me by about 10 years!

So — from here on out, I’m not listening to that British *?&%$! and I will go back to the way I used to navigate — I’ll get lost and ask some strange person  at a gas station out in the middle of nowhere to give me directions to my destination — couldn’t possibly be any more dangerous!

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8 responses »

  1. Your experience renunded me immediately, of “Bonfire of the Vanities” by Tom Wolfe.. Thank goodness you listened to your gut, as the next intersection was 10th and RIP..or the “Twilight Zone.” “There’s a signpost up ahead….”

  2. OOPS, that is REMINDED, not renunded..Hmmm, could renunded be when a nun is returned to her old convent? ie. “Dear Mother Superior, Sister Mary Margaret Rose of the Holy Order of St. Pickone, has be renunded back to your convent….etc.

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