A few months ago my car was broken into during the night. Actually I forgot to lock it and some brazen good-for-nothing thieves seized the opportunity. In hindsight I’m lucky my car was still there. I only realised because when I hopped into it the next morning the GPS was missing from the dash. Gone. It took me a minute to realise I’d been robbed. I was so upset.
I had so many unfamiliar places to drive to that day, all over Melbourne. I was supposed to be checking out a couple of Aged Care Facility places for my sick mum and having my GPS stolen was the last thing I needed. I still remember bursting into tears before pulling myself together and managing to get through the day. I’ve since got a new GPS with updated maps, thankfully!
Then yesterday I had to drive my daughter to the other side of the city. I jumped in my car and realised my trusty new GPS wasn’t there. Panic stations! My husband had borrowed mine for a recent trip (apparently it has better maps than his) and yes, once again I had to somehow navigate without my TomTom. I know that probably sounds trivial and maybe even a bit pathetic but it’s amazing how dependant I’ve become on it. What’s the worst that could happen? I’d get lost, big deal.
Not that they’re fool proof. The amount of arguments I’ve had with my other half because I didn’t trust where it was taking us. Like across the border into another state. To the end of a track where a gate ended our travels. Down a side road when we could have continued going straight. Sometimes common sense just flies out the window!
And forget the Street Directories. I’ve long ago given up on them. They’re printed in such small print that I can barely see the street names. Sad, hey?
I think I’ve become soft in my old age. Years ago I would often drive three hours from my hometown of Sale to Melbourne with no mobile phone, no GPS and I didn’t think twice about it. Now I have to plug in my destination for a place that’s less than an hour away.
Is it just me?