Saturday, April 25, 2015

The Human Mapanoid, Elvis, and Waze

            
            I'm the son of a World War Two Air Force navigator. I seldom if ever get lost and take great pride in knowing how to get places. Maps are a form of entertainment to me. It's not uncommon to have perfect strangers ask me for directions. I guess I look like a man who knows how to get places without doubling back.
            Most times I'm accurate with my responses. I'll point the person in the right direction and they're forever grateful, and I'll feel good about it too. But there have been cases where I realized I sent the person in the wrong direction. Those were tense and introspective moments. I wonder what happened to those people. How long did it take before they figured it out. Did they curse me when they realized they were heading in the wrong direction? Did they slam their fist on the steering wheel in frustration? Did they have to stop and ask somebody else for directions, (did the somebody else give them the right directions)? If they saw me in public and remembered me, would they walk up to me and say, "hey man, you're the guy that gave me bonk directions!"
           I don't get asked for directions as much now-a-days with advent of GPS and all. Everybody knows where they're going. Unless you're using Waze and taking directions from Elvis. That can be a dicey proposition. Elvis likes to wait till the very last minute to give his commands. Ah' keep a right. Ah' take a left.  

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