confessions of a gps avoider

recently i accompanied hizazzle on a business trip.

he was staying in a hotel comprised of historic buildings built anywhere between 1734 to 1925 that were converted into hotel rooms.

there was also a five star restaurant on the property.... how could i say no to such swanky digs?

but i would be on my own during the day.

i could read and relax

or i could drive around the suburbs of philadelphia and see some cool stuff.

amazingly i chose the latter.
i don't really like using a gps.  does anyone else resent the constant satellite eye staring at you?
if i could live without my cell phone i'd like to get rid of that too.
there were too many interesting things around that i just didn't want to miss.

navigating the traffic of the outskirts of that town is the only thing that could distract me from the fact that i was driving a hybrid rental car.

i hate a dashboard with a liberal agenda.

the first hipster to give me a pretentious condescending glance of approval was going to get it.

as i said, unknown highways distracted me from such thoughts for the most part.

there was the time when coming back from some gardens that the gps did not tell me what turning lane to be in and i hurriedly had to switch lanes, unknowingly cutting off another hybrid car who then zoomed around and passed me while honking my horn.  dude, you were in my blind spot.... sorry.

i might have given him an italian symbol of disgust.

then i might of gleefully reveled in the fact that somehow he was stuck behind me because he had picked the wrong lane to cruise in.

there was another time while on the way back from a quaker farm house that i had to detour through a lovely place called norristown.

i had an idea that i wasn't in the nicest place but it was confirmed when i saw a 'beer to go' store attached to a church building.

classy.

i imagined my father was having a panic attack at that same moment without knowing why.

i will say the lines between wrong side of suburbs and right side of suburbs are rather sudden there

because a couple of streets later i was in what could only be described as the place we would be able to afford if we have to live in the suburbs of philadelphia.  it's a little rich for my blood over there.

there was another time when mr. gps told me i was 15 minutes away from my destination and i stayed that way for 40 minutes.

there are too many human beings with cars in philadelphia.

i would never describe myself as a country girl but the mayhem of that place would drive me to the nearest farm shed and cause me to set up shop. 

such feelings were further confirmed when i witnessed two cars in front of me make illegal left turns on red.

nice.  way to try to kill somebody.

mr. gps guided me through it all and i have to thank him for his existence, reluctantly, for otherwise i would have had a rather different trip.  a trip with lower blood pressure but with much less interesting sights.