Leap of faith...
I set my GPS before trekking to a meeting in Atlanta not because I don't know the way but because I want alerts to possible traffic delays. What are the chances?
"The traffic conditions have changed. Do you want to accept the alternate route?"
I cringe.
What was the original route; what is the alternate route?
I often accept these offers and midway doubt my choice.
I accept--now I'm off the interstate taking side streets. Are you kidding me? This can't be good during rush hour. The traffic light turns green, and we sit. Like Mona Lisa sitting for a portrait. Atlanta synchronizes traffic lights for half the volume of traffic at a different time of day, say two-o'clock in the morning.
Now GPS wants me to turn left and head back onto the interstate. Don't toy with me. I can clearly see the interstate looks like a parking lot. I don't have it in me.
This is my struggle every time.
I alternate between finding a better way and deftly following my GPS. We eventually arrive alive. I crawl into my meeting. Commiserators agree it's a big leap of faith to blindly follow our GPS.
Arlene explicitly followed her GPS, which lead her down a bike path.
What!?
I picture a programmer throwing his head back with a wide-open laugh after he set up the coordinates. I will not under any circumstance follow GPS on April Fool's Day.
Arlene confesses, "I thought the road was unusually narrow and recognized it was a bike path when I saw the post in the middle of the path."
The challenge: listen to your inner voice or your GPS--or your spouse.
"Fortunately, I was driving a small car."
Yes, fortunately.
"A man at the end of the path realized what happened and helped stop traffic to help me get back on the road." Good man.
But that does it. I'm not sure I will ever be able to blindly trust GPS again.
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