Too bad the GPS knows nothing of road construction and detours too.

My brother got hopelessly lost while trying to get me to the train station from his house at 2 a.m. one time. He had to do that very uncool, unmanly thing, and find an open convenience store and ask for directions! He had only lived in that area for a short period of time, and was still learning his way around.

He was really p.o.'ed at his "b*tch on the dash" as he fondly calls her.