“Turn right in 2 tenths of a mile,” the soothing but somewhat metallic woman’s voice tells me. Then, “Turn right.”

    I turn right and all of a sudden the woman’s voice isn’t so soothing, “Recalculating!” she growls at me.

    B-but, I did exactly what she told me to do! She then tells me to take the next 3 rights until I’m back on the road where I started. Then she tells me, “Turn right in 2 tenths of a mile.” Oh-oh.  Déjà vu. “Turn right…Recalculating!”

    I’ve entered the GPS Twilight Zone, the only thing missing is Rod Serling’s voice telling me when to turn instead of the metallic woman’s voice.

    There’s only one solution when the GPS system turns on you, so I did what any modern man living in the 21st Century would do, I stopped and asked a man working in his yard for directions. The GPS system was close, if only instead of the right it had told me to take an earlier left… *sigh*

    So Nancy and I are now on the correct road, but Rosie -- that’s what we call her -- is having none of it. “Recalculating…Recalculating…Recalculating…” Over and over every 10 seconds like a broker record. She’s not telling me to turn, she just keeps recalculating.

    “What’s wrong with Rosie?” I ask. “She’s never been this pissed-off before.”

    Nancy is looking at the screen in wonder. “According to the GPS we’re not on a road, we’re driving through a field.”

    That was $350 dollars well spent.

    *Sigh*

    Actually, I would pay extra if I could have the voice of Rod Serling on my GPS: “You're traveling through another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's a signpost up ahead: your next stop: …Recalculating!”