The past couple days have been very busy. First, I drove my car from Fort Wayne, Indiana to Arlington, Virginia. That was 566 miles long, which took me about 10 hours. Whew, I’m glad that was done. What was different about this ride, however, is that my new cell phone has a GPS. I can’t remember what “GPS” stands for, but it is a tool that helps you decide where you need to steer your car. So, as I’m driving down the road, the GPS will say, “in 2 miles, take a right on such-and-such street.” The GPS’s voice is a woman’s voice, but it’s a very computer-ish voice; I’m looking forward to the day when I can upload a sample of mom’s voice.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can imagine somebody quipping, “yeah, then she can give you directions on the road just like she gives you directions at home.” Not true. At least, not true in bad way. Mom embodies sweetness, and when circumstances call for issuing directions, it’s because this blockhead really needs them, and, like, really now. Otherwise, she is a source of non-manipulative encouragement. (Those are good words to learn—look them up in the dictionary).
If we were driving together from Fort Wayne to Washington and ended up in Richmond, she would deferentially reflect, “well, I guess we should do a U-turn.” If we continued, however, on course with running into the Atlantic Ocean, however, I could imagine her getting more animated.
This is not my exact phone, but it gives you an idea of what it looks like when I am running the GPS tool.
No comments:
Post a Comment