Miss GPS: "Yeah, where are you? I'm here for my appointment, in building 1."
Mary: "We're in suite 605."
Miss GPS: "Okay, I'll be right up" (click).
1 minute later
Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."
Miss GPS: "Yeah, your door is locked, and there's no sign on it?"
Mary: "Are you at suite 605? The door is open."
Miss GPS: "Crap, I'm at 505, sorry, hang on" (click).
1 minute later
Mary: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Mary."
Miss GPS: "There is no 605 in building 1!"
Mary: "Ma'am I promise you there is."
Miss GPS: "There's only a plastic surgeon and a huge cardiology office up here".
Mary: "You must be in building 4."
Miss GPS: "I AM? How do you know? Are you tracking me on Google or something?"
Mary: "That's where the cardiology practice is. We're in building 1."
Miss: GPS: "When did you move there?".
Mary: "We've been here since 1998."
Miss: GPS: "That can't be! Downstairs it says this building was built in 2005".
Mary: "You're in building 4! It was! We are in 1! Look, you need to get here soon, or the doctor won't have time to see you!"
Miss: GPS: "I'm coming! What building did you say you're in?".
Mary: "Building 1. Go out the front entrance of building 4, turn left and go..."
Miss: GPS: "You don't need to lecture me! I have my own GPS unit, so I won't get lost!"
(click).
15 comments:
Ah, the beauty of GPS...around here following it slavishly will take you over hill, over dale...through a cow pasture, and the exact opposite of the shortest way to go. But, it's right, it's sure it is, even when it tells you in 4 steps how to do a U-turn...and go the wrong way again!
She probably needs to upgrade her map.......to one that dates back to 1998!!
Ah, bimbos with GPS's. What is it with them? In the first big snowstorm of last winter we got stuck behind one at night while trying to go through a mountain pass; basically blizzard conditions, folks stuck all over the place; a 4-lane highway with only one lane sort-of clear. We come upon a lone SUV, inexplicably stopped, with an airhead in it who made no effort to start her car and get moving, or indicate that she'd broken down, or ask for help, or roll over and die, nothing. While dozens of cars backed up behind her, the only thing she did was keep turning on her GPS and looking at it, taking it off the windshield, fiddling with it, putting it back up, looking at it some more. What she thought the frickin' GPS was going to do for her on that snowy mountainside is beyond comprehension. WTF do people think a GPS does? Produce a jetpack and fly you away? Punch a hole in the space-time continuum? What?
At least she called ahead so you knew what you'd be dealing with. :)
She ever get there?
Please tell me that when she got there Mary told her she was in the wrong place, that Dr. Grumpy's office was room 505 in building 4.
navigation fail. this is unbelievable.
I assume you received more calls from this poor lost soul?..
Sheesh
GPS does not work very well in built-up area. The tall buildings all around affects the reception... At least that's what the huz said in during the numerous times when I was really tempted to fling the Garmin out of the car window...
Sue
Butt eye no I'm rite--my spell checker tole me sew!
the hell with the GPS she needs to set down and re watch sesame street and learn her numbers because she can't tell the difference between a 4 and a 1.
"Eleven! Eleven comments on this post! AH AH HA HA HA HA!"
(thunder and lightning)
Aricept prescription time?
I just read this to Mr. Lipstick who cackled out loud....he is quite grateful after a long night of staring at law books.
lol @ dr grumpy's referel to the count.
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