“In 500 feet turn left on Mansion Boulevard,” said the computerized mechanical female voice, that we affectionately named MapTilda.

“You know Mark, MapTilda gives wrong directions as often as she gives correct one’s,” I said to my friend Mark.

“Well, she is still better at directions than I would be without her,” Mark said defensively.

I was beginning to think Mark was smitten with his Global Positioning System.

“Dude I didn’t mean to insult your girlfriend, ” I replied.

“In 200 feet you will reach your destination. Your destination is on the right,” MapTilda informed us.

Next thing I knew we were outside a church.
“You have reached your destination,” MapTilda said. I swear she said it with a smirk, if GPS ’s could smirk.

“Um Mark, I thought we were going to a bar?,” I said.

“You boys drink too much, go to church,” MapTilda said, and Mark and I jumped out of the car with lightning speed.