GPS
By: Andrea Woolley
Eighty percent of the time I have no idea where I am going. If it weren’t for my little black GPS suction-cupped to my dashboard, I would spend more time lost than found. Less than a year after I moved to Louisville my parents gave me a GPS for Christmas…or maybe it was my birthday (I don’t remember). Nevertheless, I now have a little black box that speaks to me and tells me how to get where I want to go. I have come to rely on my GPS so much that I don’t really have a sense of where I am in the city or how to get places that I have been numerous times. The few instances that I do know how to get somewhere, I only know one way and only from my apartment. If my starting place is different, then I turn on the GPS.