"Pull over you are making me sick!"
If you hear this from your GPS it may be time to consult a map.
If you hear this from your GPS it may be time to consult a map. Have you considered checking a map prior to your trip just to double check the route? Just to get an approximate idea of where the heck you are going? Or if the Innkeeper gives you basic directions and it takes you 8 hours to travel 60 miles, would it be map-worthy at that point?
I will be snide here in my comments, snide and yet somehow humorous as I portray the current GPS aficionado.
Early on when a GPS or SATNAV were used in marine applications, the owner basically had to understand how they worked and have a gist on how to use them. They were not simple machines, with street maps, they were coordinates. Yes, say that after me “Coe-orr-din-its.”
Then there was the GPS/SATNAV that came out for the consumer, so they were considered a high tech gadget, again, those technically minded folks (some might call Geeks) could work out how to use them, they were exciting new tools for their toolbox!
Now we have the AARP BIG SCREEN models with a sultry voice telling the driver who can barely hear to “Turn Left Baby.” Gone are the days of the naggagator, now there are no stops along the way, affirming the old saying “She with the smallest bladder does not, under any circumstances, call the stops.” So they drive on and on over field over dale with full bladders, hunger headaches …sure there is a highway with a simple route from point A to point B, but the sultry lady tells you to “Turn left in 100 feet big daddy” so the driver presses on if only to please his digital mama.
Meanwhile back at the farm, so to speak, the innkeepers were up at 6am preparing breakfast, and had a full day of continuous work around the inn. They clearly state check-in time is between 4 and 6PM. Guests driving 60 miles arrive at 10PM. They arrive to a self check-in note with their name on the door. “Sheesh the gall of some people!” they mutter as they enter the inn, slamming the door, banging their heavy luggage all the way up the stairs waking up all the other five rooms of guests.
Tomorrow is another day, sigh the innkeepers trying to sleep in their quarters…coffee will be ready at 6AM with a smile.
If you hear this from your GPS it may be time to consult a map.
If you hear this from your GPS it may be time to consult a map. Have you considered checking a map prior to your trip just to double check the route? Just to get an approximate idea of where the heck you are going? Or if the Innkeeper gives you basic directions and it takes you 8 hours to travel 60 miles, would it be map-worthy at that point?
I will be snide here in my comments, snide and yet somehow humorous as I portray the current GPS aficionado.
Early on when a GPS or SATNAV were used in marine applications, the owner basically had to understand how they worked and have a gist on how to use them. They were not simple machines, with street maps, they were coordinates. Yes, say that after me “Coe-orr-din-its.”
Then there was the GPS/SATNAV that came out for the consumer, so they were considered a high tech gadget, again, those technically minded folks (some might call Geeks) could work out how to use them, they were exciting new tools for their toolbox!
Now we have the AARP BIG SCREEN models with a sultry voice telling the driver who can barely hear to “Turn Left Baby.” Gone are the days of the naggagator, now there are no stops along the way, affirming the old saying “She with the smallest bladder does not, under any circumstances, call the stops.” So they drive on and on over field over dale with full bladders, hunger headaches …sure there is a highway with a simple route from point A to point B, but the sultry lady tells you to “Turn left in 100 feet big daddy” so the driver presses on if only to please his digital mama.
Meanwhile back at the farm, so to speak, the innkeepers were up at 6am preparing breakfast, and had a full day of continuous work around the inn. They clearly state check-in time is between 4 and 6PM. Guests driving 60 miles arrive at 10PM. They arrive to a self check-in note with their name on the door. “Sheesh the gall of some people!” they mutter as they enter the inn, slamming the door, banging their heavy luggage all the way up the stairs waking up all the other five rooms of guests.
Tomorrow is another day, sigh the innkeepers trying to sleep in their quarters…coffee will be ready at 6AM with a smile.