How do I get home from here?

Every time I get in my car, my phone likes to tell me how close I am to my house.

I’m not sure why does this. I’m at the grocery store and I get in my car and look at the phone screen and it says helpfully, “12 minutes to get home; take Washington Road.”

Yeah I’m aware. I drove here myself. From my house. Less than an hour ago.

My 16-year-old daughter Boo has just started driving herself to school. She says her phone has decided that the high school is called “work.” And when she gets in her car in the morning, her phone says helpfully, “Would you like directions to work?”

No, I’m pretty clear on how to get there. I go there every day.

Honestly, I think my phone is just showing off at this point. It just wants me to know exactly how much it knows about me.

It’s got a slightly creepy vibe, like that old song by The Police.

My phone just wants to say, “I know where you live. I know where you work. I know where you are at all times.

“Every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.”

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