When I went to West Virginia last weekend, my Mom gave me the above little gadget as a gift. She said she didn’t really need it because she and Dad don’t travel as much as I do and she didn’t want it to not get put to good use.
It’s good to have Jill back. “Jill” was the name of the female voice on the last Garmin I had, and sometimes on long drives to Richmond or Philadelphia, Jill and I would have differences of opinion on the best route there. I was really happy to see that Jill’s voice was on this one, too.
And it was good, again, to have differences of opinion with Jill on the best way to get back to Maryland from Wheeling. When Jill tried to get me to take the California, Pa., exit off Interstate 70 and go down PA 43 to U.S. 119, to Uniontown, Pa., and over to Cumberland, I had to tell Jill I thought she was f-ed in the head. When, a few miles later, she again told me to take PA 51 down to Uniontown, I had to lay down the law. Eventually, Jill just shut up and let me do my damage along the Pennsylvania Turnpike. She didn’t say another word, really, until it was time to get on the Beltway.
But I’m glad to have her, even if I hate her. There are a lot of things I’d like to see in DC, but I never really know the best way to get there. There are a lot of things I’d like to see in Baltimore, but same thing — I know less about Baltimore than I do about Washington. And I figure when things level out, I’ll again be making trips to Richmond and Philadelphia, so it’ll be interesting to fight with her again.
But I promise to not be one of those people who just blindly listen to Jill … You know, the ones who turn into the side wall of a preschool or merge across six lanes of traffic like they’re insane because the navigator said “stay right.”
I couldn’t stay right if I tried.