Last week, I had an appointment in another city. This city isn’t far from where I live, but it’s not someplace I go very often, so I don’t really know my way around.
As I was heading out the door, Chef asked, “Do you want to take the GPS?”
“No,” I replied. “That thing confuses me.”
It talks to me and distracts me. The map is always moving. It’s weird.
“I Mapquested it,” I said. That works better for me.
Because in this day and age, Maquest is the old-fashioned version of GPS.
Just one more proof that I’m Oldfangled.
Well, kind of, at least.