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The Map Standing on a street corner in Christ Church New Zealand street map in hand I could not find the museum Seeing a couple who appeared by their sensible walking shoes to be well-travelled I asked for directions to said museum Astonished they asked in their obvious Germanic accent vhy do you ask directions vhen you have a map Ah the Teutonic mind versus the lost woodsman |
GPS My car has a global positioning system which advises me to make sudden turns and then u-turns in a voice which borders on nagging and impatience my wife says stop swearing at the GPS and resorts to her paper map |