‘Yeah, we should have gone right back there.’
Janice groaned and had to resist the urge to blare the car horn out of anger. It sure would have felt nice, but she was certain the driver in the rumbling red Jeep in front of her wouldn’t have appreciated it.
‘Where to now, then?’ Janice asked.
‘Well, if we take a left right on… oh, that one. Yeah, left at the one you just went past.’
Biting her lip, Janice stifled a groan. It wasn’t too much further to go, she could tolerate it for just-
‘Ah, yeah. We’re back on the highway, so when you get to the next exit, we’ll have to turn around.’
‘And how far is that?’ Janice growled, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.
‘Just, you know, twenty-four minutes?’
Janice wound down the window and hurled the GPS onto the roadside, hearing the clatter of glass as it struck the bitumen. When she had signed up for ‘human-like’ navigation, this wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind.
Thomas Roland 
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