I was told several years ago that I have a directional dyslexia disorder, meaning I get lost a lot. Well-meaning folks try to give me directions, and don't understand why I can't find the place. In my head, I have the same response if someone asked me to multiply the square root of pi by 5106. My neurons go into overdrive and shoot sparks everywhere until everything shorts out.
So last year I broke down and bought a Tom Tom. Finally, I thought, I'll never get lost again.
Right.
A couple of times it has told me to turn right...into a river. Bad things can happen if you rely on a GPS.
Today, I set it for my doctor's appointment in downtown Fort Worth. "You have reached your destination", it said. I looked around, and said, "right". If my destination is a mortuary in a very bad part of town I have reached my destination. Guessing I wasn't dead yet, I checked the address I put in. Well, the darn thing is picky, and wants to know if I'm going to East Terrell or West Terrell. I picked the wrong one, and ended up several miles off target.
I love technology, and this device has saved my butt more than once. And, until I'm rich and have my own driver, it's the best I'm gonna get.
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