Many women suspect their husbands would be lost without them. I have proof.
We were visiting my parents and Mom needed something picked up across town. My husband offered to drive me, chivalry giving him an excuse to show off his latest toy. Getting my gadget-loving guy a GPS had been a stroke of gift-giving genius on my part. It was also practical. Bill would rather spend 40 years wandering in the desert than ask for directions.
He typed the destination address into the GPS’ keypad as we backed out of the driveway. “Calculating route,” said a surprisingly sexy, woman’s voice.
“Turn right on Lincoln,” the sultry voice continued, “and travel east 2.1 miles.” Bill seemed mesmerized. He could barely drag his eyes from the screen to watch the road.
“The satellite tracks our location,” he explained, “then Gypsy figures the best route.” He smiled as proudly as if he’d…
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