A couple of weeks ago Mrs Blog and I were trying to get to Dalkeith. Knowing the name of the street I needed to get to but not knowing the town that well I asked Mrs Blog to open up my tablet and check Google Maps. (A reasonable request in my view).
Mrs Blog decided to experiment with different colours, views and scales of the maps without actually intending to. After some unheated and blame-free exchanges between us, Mrs Blog finally got the map up and typed in the destination.
"I'll get the voice thing up as well," she said.
The voice thing turns Google Maps into a superior but tinny sounding woman who bosses you about when you drive.
"At the next roundabout take the last exit and go back the way you have come," she said.
Being in sight of a sign that said "Dalkeith" straight ahead I decided to challenge Mrs Blog on which destination she had typed in. After another calm exchange we decided that sense of smell was probably better than Google Maps.
We managed to find the place we were going to with little bother ten minutes later. Parked up, I checked Google Maps and found that Mrs Blog had tried to take us to Larkhall - a mere three hour drive in the wrong direction.
No comments:
Post a Comment