I am having fun with the GPS devices in my truck that help find the shipper or receiver. Heaven knows what I did without them before!
I have one GPS on my Qualcomm and one on my phone. The fun thing to do is to ask both of them to route me to the same address. I program the shipper’s address into each and compare the routes that they come up with. Then I check both routes against an actual map in my paper atlas. Finally, I make sure they are not taking me on restricted routes or under low overpasses.
We have all seen the pictures of trucks led astray by GPS systems meant for cars. I do not want to end up with my truck in one of those pictures!
Since the system in neither of them allows for any correction, I generally write down the best route and then just have fun with the GPS Girls. They don’t speak at the same time or use quite the same jargon, so I pretend that the voices belong to real women, hearing each other and disagreeing. Kind of like the disagreeing airport announcements in the movie Airplane.
One GPS says, “Take exit 256 towards Opelika”. Only she pronounces it “Opel-EE-ka”. Obviously not a local.
The other GPS says, “Continue straight for five miles.”
The first politely replies, “That is not the shortest way.”
The other argues, “Well, YOUR way leads her to a 12’6” bridge!”
The first, “She’s driving a truck?”
“Duh,”says the second GPS. “Can’t you tell?”
And so forth…
It keeps me amused.
I am polite when I disagree with their routes. One likes to take the shortest route, and I have to tell her as I pass the exit she suggested, “Sorry, dear, not doing that.”
Once I just kept ignoring the route suggested, turn after turn, as I went out of route to stop at a truck stop. I imagined the voice growing more irritated with me.
“Will you just do as I say?”
“No, dear GPS, I am driving this truck!”
Simple pleasures for simple minds…