''You have reached your destination. You have reached your destination. You have
reached your destination.'
Me: No
we haven’t! We haven’t left home! I haven’t even started the engine. What’s she
talking about?!
Ed: Calm
down. It’s just telling you how loud the volume is. Do you want it this loud?
'You
have reached your destination.'
Ed: Or
this loud?
'You
have reached your destination.'
Ed: Or
this…
Me: Stop.
That’s fine. Leave it like that. That’ll do.
Ed: You
know your way to the theatre anyway. We don’t need this. Let’s have the radio
on. I’m quite nervous.
Me: It
might tell us a new, better, more interesting, FASTER route. That’s what it’s
for isn’t it? We don’t want to be late for your first show.
Switch
the off the radio, I can’t hear what she’s saying. Right type in our
destination.
Ed: Shouldn’t
we have done this before we set off?
Me: Nah.
Type in Palace Theatre.
Ed: It’s
asking me which city.
Me: Well
type in London then. Duh.
Ed: It’s
gone onto Log..ro..no.
Me: Where
the ****s that? Give it to me. No, no, no, not London Ontario. What’s the
matter with it? Stupid thing.
Ed: Mummy,
mummy, the lights are green.
Me: Here
we go… Palace, Palace, no not Palace of Versailles, Palace Theatre… Syracuse.
Palace Theatre London. Take it. Take it quickly I’m driving. Press done. There
we are.
Ed: Now
what do I do with it?
Me: Stick
it on the windscreen.
'When
safe to do so turn around. When safe to do so turn around.'
Me: I’m
not doing that. She wants me to go through Angel.
Ed: You
don’t have to whisper. It can’t hear you.
Me: Sorry,
sorry, I know that’s probably the most direct route but it’s always a bit busy.
I’m not ignoring you but I’ve done this route a thousand times.
Ed: It’s
a computer.
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