I'm not one for expensive presents in themselves, but since my Dad and I are both suckers for electronics, and since I can't go from my garage to the nearest fuel pump without getting lost, he gave me a GPS navigator for Christmas. Now, it - SHE, the little know-it-all - speaks in a very ladylike voice but able to inject a clear note of annoyance when we disregard some of her most ludicrous and random suggestions after she has consulted with her gods up in the sky. "Turn right. I said, turn right. You'd better turn right. This is your last occasion to turn right. There, you missed it. Turn back as soon as possible. No? All right, suit yourself." It so reminds me of "Hey, we have within our village the most powerful man of Italy, I have decided I will kill him. No? All right, I will bed him, it is all the same to me. No? Oh, you are all *so* difficult to please." |