jakorte's blog

March 19, 2008

Also, somewhere around the third trip to Lowe’s, we managed to make the GPS lady stutter.

I’m not even sure how we got on this topic of conversation. I think it was musicals… again. In any case when his name came up, even though I was driving through unfamiliar territory with just the GPS lady to guide me, I actually slapped the steering wheel, looked over at my copilot, and squealed!

Then we had a silly, yet obviously mature, 40-year-old-ish bonding event when we both confessed our infatuation with Donny Osmond. Only she had actually gone to see him rather recently…alone! This so elevated my respect for her! Shortly after my squealing episode is when the GPS lady stuttered.

Maybe we were having too much fun while she was working. Or, maybe, it was the frequency of my girlish pitch that short circuited her normally sedate arrival announcement. Because there she was, sounding like a sophisticated female Porky Pig: “You’ve reached, You’ve reached, You’ve R R R reached Y Your De de de de de de de destination!"

We were already laughing our way through the stress, so this just put us over the top

jak