I have a love/hate relationship with my GPS. I can’t live without it because I have grown dependent on it, and yet, sometimes it takes me to crazy places.
For example, last month, I went swimming in the morning before work and left my wetsuit at Tobay Beach in Oyster Bay, Long Island.
A friend picked up the suit, knowing it was mine and took it home with her. She texted me, “I have your wetsuit. Pick it up any time.”
She provided me with her address in Islip and I told her I would get it that afternoon, after work. She told me she didn’t live far from Heckscher Park.
I got into the car and plugged in the address. The GPS sent me north on the LIE. The next thing I knew, I was driving to exit 60 on the LIE. “Wow, I didn’t realize it was this far out!” I said to myself.
I got to the address and I couldn’t find the number. I asked a guy working on his car if this was Islip. “Haha… no this is Ronkonkoma!” he said laughing.
I put the address into my phone GPS and nearly 20 minutes later, I arrived. I picked up my wetsuit and went home.
Boy that was frustrating. Have you ever had an experience like that?