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Carol Perkins: Guy trusts his GPS There's a very important moral in this story, a truth about the difference in frenetic city life with its terribly slow pace of actual fulfillment, put as only Carol Perkins can: 'On the way home the next day, I thought about how hectic city life is. At home, I zip to the grocery store, to the post office, to work, to a restaurant, or to my mother's in minutes. In the city, nothing takes minutes. I may not know road numbers, but I know where so and so lives and I know where to turn to get where I want to go. That's all the GPS I need. -CAROL PERKINS By Carol Perkins Guy trusts his GPS. "It has never been wrong." That is what he assured me when I doubted its wisdom when he programmed it to a location in downtown Nashville. My plan was to arrive at eleven o'clock, and knowing it takes a little over two hours for the trip, I planned to leave around eight thirty. At seven, I was sipping my coffee while Guy was setting the GPS in my car. When he came through the back door and saw me still sitting in the chair, he said, "If you're going to be there by eleven, you better get going because the GPS says arrival time, if you left right now, would be 11:30. You're already late." "Guy, you know it doesn't take that long to get to Nashville." I couldn't imagine that he really thought the gadget was correct. "I'm just telling you what it said. It has never been wrong, but you believe what you want to believe." I continued to drink my coffee. By eight o'clock, I was out the door. "You do know you're going to be late," he said. I smiled. As I neared the Parkway, the GPS lady told me to go east. I knew better, so I turned west toward Bowling Green. At the Glasgow exit, it told me to take the exit for Hwy. 90. I called Guy. "Where are you sending me?" He philosophically explained that the GPS sometimes take the driver the shortest routine, which often isn't the ordinary route. I wasn't buying that. As I neared the ramps to I-65, the GPS directed me to take the northbound one toward Louisville. It was at this point I knew what had happened. When I didn't, it tried to get me off at Smiths Grove. Ignoring the machine, I drove to Bowling Green and pulled off to reprogram the route. Instead of sending me to Nashville, TN, Guy had programmed it for Nashville, IN. No wonder it was going to take me hours. I called him again. Once in Nashville, the arrival address was on West End Ave. The GPS merely said, "Turn left at 17th Ave., arrive at destination. Where was that destination? I couldn't find it. I asked a man working in a parking garage and he said, "Are you looking for a hotel?" At that moment, dropping into a bed and releasing the stress of the morning was tempting. "No, I don't know the name of the building, but I have the address." When I finally looked up from the traffic pushing me to move faster, the address was down the side of the building in huge numbers. Then I programmed it to take me to Green Hills Mall. A ten-minute trip took thirty because of all the traffic around Vanderbilt. After circling the parking lot many times, I finally found a parking spot, ate lunch at the Cheesecake Factory at a table for two that was in the lap of the table of four next to me. I thanked the ladies at that table for having lunch with me. I did a little shopping, but soon left for my daughter's where I would spend the night. On the way home the next day, I thought about how hectic city life is. At home, I zip to the grocery store, to the post office, to work, to a restaurant, or to my mother's in minutes. In the city, nothing takes minutes. I may not know road numbers, but I know where so and so lives and I know where to turn to get where I want to go. That's all the GPS I need. -CAROL SULLIVAN PERKINS This story was posted on 2011-10-30 11:11:26
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