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Daily Prompt:  Wrong Turns

When was the last time you got lost?  Was it an enjoyable experience or a stressful one? 

Tell us all about it.

Bill and I finally purchased a GPS thing  (a Global Positioning System) to help us find our way around the planet.  Our youngest granddaughter named it “Lola.”

Although Bill is not likely to admit it, without Lola he is always lost.  And I am not much help either.

We have been lost in the parking lot at Hershey Park trying to find our way out to the street.  Once we could see our New Jersey hotel just across the highway – so near yet so far since we  could not reach it.  Another time we were lost on a toll road and it was a straight shot with well marked exits.  We have been known to drive around in circles in our own downtown covered garages.

Bill and I are always remarkably lost.

But suddenly there was Lola.

She gave us new found confidence as she handily found the way out of parking lots!

Finally, I could relax, sit back, enjoy the scenery, even put the seat back and snooze.

There was absolute joy and trust in the mighty little GPS gadget.  I just knew Bill was in good hands (well, not literally in good hands of course).  He was technologically balanced and steering wheel focused at last.

Lola, oh Lola, was in charge and doing her thing navigating us through the twists and turns of all the unexplored streets and highways of America.

We pampered her too.  She retained an honored place over the dashboard, was regularly updated, and was never lonely until………

Something happened.

Lola is now rebelling.

I think she finally figured out she is indispensable.

She may also be bored with people who can never find their way because she recently instructed us to turn onto a nonexistent access ramp!  Imagine?

Of course we forgave her that one infraction.

 Even so,  trust is the basis of a GPS/Human Relationship and our faith in Lola was ever so slightly shaken.

Lola’s second murderous attempt was entirely unforgivable.

“Turn Left onto XYZ Street,” she said as we neared our destination (the train station in Charlottesville, VA).  And yep, we turned.  And no, she did not come back to say, “Recalculating!”

Lola sent us down a one way street going the wrong way!

Beeping and screaming and threatening gestures from oncoming traffic were the clues that something was wrong.  Ignoring what Lola might say next we made a panicked “U” turn to get on the right track (thankfully not the train track).

Lola may be a secret serial killer!

Oh, I loved Lola so much before her homicidal tendencies that I was willing to include her in a polygamous marriage.  She is still out there waiting for us to get back in the car.   If I don’t count her maniacal streak I am grateful she still tries to help, but have concluded she is really the enemy in our midst.

I would rather be aimlessly wandering with Bill than going down one way streets the wrong way or turning onto nonexistent on-ramps with Lola.

And hard as it may be to believe, that is the true story of a modern GPS rebellion.





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