I have been having a blast test driving a Ford Taurus X. I adore the navigation system. As I was driving to a movie with my kids yesterday, I decided to program the theater into the navigation system to see if she (yes, the navigation system is a ‘she’ not an ‘it’) knew where we were going. Suddenly, I looked at my son and exclaimed, “I cannot take directions from someone I don’t know. We must name her.”
That of course resulted in an enormous eye-roll.
“Nancy. Nancy Navigator. Nah. Too easy to go there. Won’t work.”
*eyeroll* and a *head shake* “Seriously, Mom?”
“Betty. But Betty what? I don’t have anything for Betty. Nah. Nope. Not Betty.”
“Hey, I liked Betty. Let’s use Betty.”
“I have it!” I exclaimed. “Matilda. Matilda Mapsie. Her name is Matilda Mapsie.”
“Mom, that sounds like a 70 year-old hooker’s name.”
That is when I laughed so hard, I slammed the vehicle into a lamp post and we all were crushed. Okay, that last part didn’t happen. But, the comment. The comment was made.
“Oh, son, you’ve sealed the deal. Her name is SO Matilda now.”
From that point on the rest of the day were comments such as:
“My 70 year-old hooker said to turn here.”
“Hey, Matilda says she wants to stop off and grab some smokes and hit the bar.”
“Oooops, Matilda got that one turn wrong. Must’ve been out too late last night.”
I am SO going to have a blast beating this
dead horse 70 year-old hooker.