It was difficult to come up with an answer this year when I was asked what I wanted for Christmas. I really do have everything I need. But Christmas is about getting something you want, not need, right? Even then, I couldn't think of anything I wanted that someone else could give me. NY Times bestseller status? Sure! I'd love that. *sigh* I'm working on it.
So, I watched a few commericals to see if I could come up with some ideas. A Lexus? No thanks. I love my 10 year-old convertible and would rather drive it into the ground. Kay Jewlers is having a sale. I make jewelry and have more than I'll ever wear.
Then I saw a commercial for Garmin...a GPS. I have one of those, but it's been taken over by mean pixies and has decided to play tricks on me. One day I was trying to get to our new RWA meeting place. For some reason, it started a few miles ahead of where I was. It must have heard me muttering that I knew how to get out of my own damn neighborhood. Still, I was able to follow it until I got down to the nitty gritty of right here and left there...and it arrived at my final destination about fifteen minutes before I did. Fortunately I happened to see the address as I almost drove past it.
Then there was the time it told me to take route 111 to route 93, but I chose to take route 495 knowing the traffic would be less hectic there. Unfortunately, my GPS didn't recalulate and just kept going as if I had listened to its directions. Perhaps it was angry because I didn't...Some people swear their GPS's lie.
So, Santa--if you're listening, I'd like to play a trick on those rotten pixies and toss them in the trash. All I want for Christmas is a GPS that knows where I am, where I'm going, and wants to get me there.
Any of you have GPS stories?