We went to visit Younger Son and Fiancée in Paignton on Saturday and borrowed Son-in-law's tom-tom. I've never had one before so it was a novel experience. She was quieter than I expected but it was fairly straightforward until we reached the first sign for Paignton.
'Turn left in 450 yards,' she said.
'Didn't Younger Son say we should ignore the first sign?' I asked.
'We'd better take this turning if the sat-nav says.'
'You mean you're not going to argue with her directions?'
'You argue with me when I tell you which way to go. You say, "Are you sure?"'
Husband just smiled; he'd already taken the left turn.
I sat back and sulked.
A short while after we came to a crossroads. Miss Clever Dick said, 'Turn right.'
Husband turned right. Sat-nav was quiet for a minute as if thinking then she said, 'do a U-turn.'
When we got back to the crossroads she told us to go straight ahead - which would have been turn left not right originally. She got it WRONG!
But did she say sorry? Not a word of it. Just 'do a u-turn,' no explanations or apologies for her mistake. Not even an acknowledgement that she'd been in error.
I sat back and smirked. Huh.