Ok...so if there's anything we've learned in Florida...it's don't mess with Bossy Betty. Just follow her directions, do what she says, turn where you're supposed to turn, don't turn where you're not supposed to and let her do the directing. Really, she seems rude, but she's not...she's just Bossy Betty and she's only let us down once.
You see, Bossy Betty is the Garmin that we got Grandma and Grandpa for Christmas. She's really an amazing little gadget! She gets us where we need to go, with the exception of Ruby Tuesdays. We programmed her in on Sunday night to find the restaurant and oddly enough, we ended up in the middle of a neighborhood, "arriving at our destination" at someone's house. Maybe Ruby lived there? We're not sure.
Dave and I ventured out on our own yesterday, with the assistance of good ol' Betty. She did well for us...but as you can see from the title, we don't really like to make her mad. Dave was in the middle lane and didn't think he could get over as she was telling us we had to turn right in 300 feet...Dave's response: "Oh man, we're about to piss her off." It truly took me about 3 minutes to catch my breath because I was laughing so hard. Oh Betty.
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