And this is purely from the annals of my brain. I thought about this last Thursday night and was going to write about it for Friday's post but well, that didn't happen. Oops. So here for your pondering pleasure are my thoughts on old people, directions and GPS.

Have you ever noticed that older people know where everything is? Or maybe that's just my grandparents, I don't know. Whenever my family is traveling we always miss our turn or turn the wrong way or something equally as dumb and end up getting lost. So what do we do? We don't pull out a map and consult it. No. We call my dad's mom and stepdad.

They know where absolutely everything is. They can even give specific landmarks down to the types of trees in the front yard of the yellow house you're going to turn next to after you pass the green house where the black dog likes to chase cars. If you're on the interstate, they can give you mile marker signs and/or exit numbers. And they're never wrong. Unlike a GPS.

My little brother was with his best friend last year in north Georgia when they decided to try out a brand new Garmin GPS. They were going to Wal-Mart which was literally across the street. So they put in the information like you're supposed to and off they go. That crazy GPS system takes them right by their destination, directs them onto the interstate, takes them a few miles up then turns them off and brings them back to where they started. My grandparents, on the other hand, probably could have told them what color and kind of shoes the hobo on the corner of the intersection where Wal-Mart is was wearing.

I have to admit though, I do want a GPS. Not a Garmin though. I want a Tom-Tom. My old roommate had one and it never got us lost. And we're both terrible at directions. But even if it does get me lost, I can always call the original GPS - my grandparents (it even has GPS in the spelling).