Saturday brought beautiful weather to New Town, IN, perfect for heading to a farm auction. If you’ve never been to an auction you are truly missing out. But this isn’t about the auction itself, it’s about using our stupid navigation system to get there.
I (probably should) take some of the responsibility in the resulting clusterf*ck. First of all, I waited until we were in the car to ask Tate if he knew where we were going. HUGE mistake. I know from prior experience that we should have the route secured prior to departure. Secondly, when he said that we’d just use the navigation system to tell us how to get there, I didn’t immediately say, “ah hell no. We need to look at a real MAP.” HEE-YUGE mistake. When the navigation system seemed to be sending us on a route I wouldn’t have thought of myself, I didn’t immediately stop the insanity right then and there.
Let me back up just a bit to explain my extreme irritation with our navigation system. It works splendidly if you merely want to go somewhere using our nation’s interstate system. When used for in town navigation, though, it tends to choose odd routes and sometimes it gets confused and tells you you’re driving off road even when you know for damn sure that you are INDEED driving on a road. It has also told me to make a u-turn to get back on the correct route, right after it’s told me to turn, like I’m the idiot, or something.
These “quirks” don’t deter Tate from his LOVE of the navigation system, though. To him, the navigation system is infallible.
Here’s what the route to the auction looked liked…
What should have taken 15 minutes or so, took about 45 minutes.
What should have been a fun family outing, instead is probably going to lead to years of therapy and anti-anxiety meds.
What should have been a leisurely drive, filled with talk of the tractors and combines we’d get to see, was instead filled with angry accusations and heavy sighs. “Well if SOMEONE would have looked at a map BEFORE we left, we wouldn’t be in this position!” “You have NO sense of direction!!!” ***HEAVY. SIGH.***
After about 20 minutes of following the navigation system, Tate and I both realized that the route it had chosen was definitely the LONG, LONG way. But since we didn’t know where we were and didn’t have one of those old school PAPER maps with us, we still had to follow the route. That damn navigation system had us by the balls.
We easily self-navigated our way home and agreed that in the future we’d FINALLY learn from our mistakes and look at a real, bona fide paper map before leaving the house. Also, we decided to go ahead and start a “future therapy” fund, just in case.