You know what I got for Christmas? A GPS. I’m a terrible driver, really; I shouldn’t be allowed on the roads with my foot on an accelerator in this city. In Tucson, I was a great driver. Probably because the elements of windy roads and surprise on-ramps cease to exist. But anyway, after two years of begging for a GPS to help curb the tears of frustration while I’m heading south instead of north on the freeway and the pissed-off, frantic phone calls to James demanding that he helps me figure out where the hell I am in relation to the town square from his desk at work, he finally broke down and bought me a Garmin Nüvi.
My brother-in-law named her Svetlana. Svetlana’s kind of bitch when she says in her irritated tone, “Recalculating,” at every traffic light or so because I seem to lack the ability to follow directions, but thanks to her I’ve quickly found my way to a winery, my doctor’s appointment, Trader Joe’s, and just about everywhere else I go.
If I ever get a job, I have a feeling Svetlana will be an integral part of my daily traffic routine for at least a few weeks. And as a side note, it’s very nice to have someone to blame other than myself if I miss a turn, “Svetlana! You bitch! I thought you said LEFT!”
Current Mood:
Cool
