I recently purchased a portable GPS for my car. It is a purchase that has been a long time coming. I am good with maps and as a native Angeleno I am quite familiar with the city and its surrounding. However I spend so much time outside of my normal haunts I needed to find a way to increase my productivity.
The easiest way to do that was by grabbing the GPS. Now I don't have to pull over and plot a course. All I do is grab the address, plug it in and Jane tells me how to get there. Good old Jane has become a trusted friend. I listens to all my secrets and sometimes I think that she even laughs at my jokes.
Ok, she doesn't really laugh at my jokes. But if I fall off the derech she is quick to point it out...aggressively. We have this ongoing fight.
"Recalculating, recalculating... Please head towards the highlighted route."
"Thanks Jane, I appreciate your confidence, but I am not really lost."
At any moment I expect to hear her complain about men not asking for directions, or in her case maybe it is not taking direction.
On a more serious note it is nice to have her. There have been a number of occasions where she has made life easier. But I don't want to become too dependent upon Jane. I can see how it would be easy to ignore my surroundings and just let her guide me.
It is not quite as romantic as following the north star, but then again when is the last time a star spoke to you.
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But does she have a sexy voice?
Not so much.
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