My GPS is out to get me

Technology is a love and bane of my sweet existence.  I love the analyzers at work, at least when they aren't broken.  When I somehow manage to tame them into subordination I feel powerful, like the Zeus of technology, just working my thunder.  Then it breaks again and I want to throw it the window we don't have in our laboratory.  I love facebook even though I struggle not waste my valuable time looking at pictures of other people living their lives, videos of panda bears playing on slides, snarky memes about  Dr. Who, Chick Fil-A, etc.  I love my cell phone and discovered upon its breaking that I last about 10 minutes before desperately racing to the Verizon store hoping my social life doesn't go down the drain because people won't be able to call me for a full 24 hours.

Then there is my GPS.  Unlike the other technology, alluring yet innocent in general, my GPS is a sinister machine out to get me.  Within the first week of owning a GPS I missed a flight because instead of taking me to the airport, my GPS took me to a cul-da-sac in the middle of no where.  There was that time I tried to get to a fabric store and traveled an hour travelling from dead end to dead end and afterwards discovered there was a JoAnn's 5 minutes away.  My last GPS tragedy occured when a 9 hour drive from Fresno to Phoenix took me 11 hour as was lead to multiple construction zones, traffic jams, down weird side roads, etc.  It makes me think of this episode from The Office.

In spite of the evil intentions of my GPS, trying to lead me through horrific dust storms and down sketchy allies where I might get attacked by bandits, I'll still keep using it because frankly, I would be even more hopelessly lost without it.  Owning the GPS just gives me the illusion that I can and should try to navigate when I don't really know where I'm going.  

On a lighter note, does anyone want to see panda bears on a slide?