They loved it and I felt good knowing they had it.
But after that first year, they had to pay to keep it and looked around for a cheaper alternative.
They wound up dropping about $100.00 for a Garmin Quest.
But they couldn't figure out how to operate it, became frustrated, and decided to just pony up the On-Star subscription fees. They don't have to read a manual and operate a device. They just push a button in their car and tell the robot what they want. It works better for them.
Consequently, they viewed the Garmin unit as functionally defective and offered it free to any family member who wanted it.
My little brother beat me to the punch. Fucker.
Today, we had our family Christmas function at my brother's house in North Kansas City. The subject of the GPS unit came up and my brother confessed that he, too, had become frustrated trying to make it work and had given up. Not only was he not using it, he couldn't even find it. He had to enlist the help of his live-in girlfriend who, like all women everywhere, know exactly where everything is. She fetched it up from the basement, still in it's sad little box.
After a cursory examination of the unit and the documentation, I decide it is my technological duty to rescue this unit from my Luddite sibling.
Within an hour of having it home, I have purged it of failed routing attempt baggage, established a new HOME, and reprogrammed the Welcome Screen to read "Welcome Aboard, Commander."
Oh yeah!
In fact just to start this human/AI relationship off on the right foot, I'm doing a little conditioning.
I'm letting the unit program my way to work tomorrow. But guess what? I ain't taking that fucking way to work tomorrow! OH SNAP! Can you say "Recalculating?" Learn to think on the fly, my little GPS bitch! 'Cause that's just how I roll!
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