Neither of us are fans of technology, but there are times when we have no choice but to be dragged kicking and screaming (silently) into the modern era.
It was years before we succumbed to having a mobile phone, and that was only because FIL was updating his and gave us his old one.
Shortly thereafter, we got another and a few years after that upgraded (about 15 years ago) to the one I have now, though Hubby’s has been replaced no less than five times now as it either didn’t wash well in the machine, float or he couldn’t work it out. It’s a standing joke that it took me two years to discover it received and sent text messages which explained the occasional beeping sometimes.
The new gizmo on the dash joining his dashcam is a GPS. It made sense as with the forthcoming house hunting, we will be needing directions which most estate agents seem to omit from their property details but kindly give you the postcode in their assumption that everyone has GPS on board as standard. Our current GPS is usually me with a map.
We had one before, and if we hadn’t, would never have found the farm to collect Maggie. However, it took flying lessons out of the car window when it drove us round in circles once too often when trying to drive by potential properties before arranging to view in 2005.
He bought one yesterday and we followed the instructions to charge it for at least 5 hours prior to use.
It didn’t work, so we took it back this morning and got a slightly smaller one and a refund for the difference.
Opening the box in the car park, we plugged it in and everything sprung to life as it updated to the car’s computer software for time and location (we knew about the time but not the location beacon apparently).
We decided to test it to get us home, and programmed in the postcode.
Efficient or what, and a very acceptable voice told us to turn right and take the third exit off the roundabout.
We deliberately went in the wrong direction, and were told to make a U-turn in the next few yards (which we ignored) and the next junction, and the next.
We went into a craft shop as I wanted to get some card making materials and then set off in the correct direction.
I suddenly started laughing, and Hubby was a little bemused.
The voice was saying to go to the roundabout and take the second exit. It then repeated the instruction twice (we were at red traffic lights), and in true comedy sketch fashion I said in a passable GPS voice
‘What’s the matter with you? You deaf or something? Don’t you listen? I said, Go to the roundabout and take the second exit dammit!!’