Todd got me a great birthday present, though I suspect it was also a present for him since I got us lost on the way to the emergency room when Todd had kidney stones a few months ago. Poor guy, even though he was almost passing out from the pain, he still had to hold it together enough to get us back on the right road. Yikes.
The GPS was my navigator up to New Jersey this weekend. He — the voice is male; I imagine his name is "Tom" and he likes sweaters — was good company, too, though a little pissy. When I would make a wrong turn despite his explicit instructions, you could almost hear him sigh heavily before saying "Recalculating directions," every syllable enunciated crisply like you do when you want to let someone know they're an idiot without having to actually say it.