Once Peter got a new car with his very first GPS. He wanted to take me for a ride in it but it had to be quick because I only had ten minutes before I had to leave for class. We spent those entire ten minutes at the stop sign on his street while he yelled at his GPS for giving him the "wrong" directions out of the neighborhood.
When his GPS started speaking French, the ride was over.
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