I recently returned to the Clearwater Toyota car dealership; initial scheduled maintenance required on the Prius. I arrived on time, without the use of my GPS.
As I prepared to return home, I decided to give my MIO a try - maybe it would provide a short cut I was not familiar with. Sure enough, the first suggested turn was unexpected. Fearless, and with little time restraints, I turned left, as instructed.
As I was crossing a three mile long bridge I had never seen before, I began to become apprehensive. However, I soon saw signs for Route 60 - I knew that would return me to Indian Rocks Beach. Unfortunately, my GPS ignored Route 60; I was instructed to go straight. Still apprehensive, I headed straight. I saw a sign for West Bay; I knew I should make a right turn and head west. GPS tells me to turn left. What the...?
I turned right. GPS is recalculating my route. I'm trying to remember where my receipt is. This POC is going back to Radio Shack.
Then it dawned on me. I programmed the unit to remember "home" is in New Milford. Duh.
My bad. Yet I feel fortunate I was still in the state of Florida when I discovered the error of my ways.

Hey, my GPS needs a name. She has a female voice; stern, but not scolding. She hides her annoyance for her owner well. Any suggestions?
GERTIE
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Miss Brooks
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Ida: a stern, old-fashioned gossip (compliments of the world wide web)
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Wow, people are putting some thought into this. Just like Obama, I'm trying to get the public engaged in the process.
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