For some folks, ignoring the instructions their navigational software provides is a badge of honor. By “some folks,” I mean “my wife’s parents.”
“It wants us to take the turnpike? I’m not doing that. That’s stupid. I’m gonna cut across on 33, turn behind the Wawa, and avoid the traffic.” They say these things, and I have no idea what they mean, whether there’s a GPS or navigation app in front of me or not.
My in-laws, the Krutzels, live just 10 minutes away. We visit fairly frequently. For the longest time, whenever I drove to their home along Route 9, as I approached their exit I repeated a stupid mnemonic device in my head: “The Kwutzels live in the west.”