While driving home we got off the designated path chosen by our GPS.
She (yes she, it talks to us in a female voice so it must be a she) kept telling us to turn around when possible.
Over. and. over. again.
We were ignoring her because we knew what we were doing.
Finally, she says, “Turn around on Mall Drive.”
However, that is not what Richard and I heard.
What we both heard was, “Turn around and I’ll drive.”