Has your GPS ever taken you to a totally wrong way when it’s a time where you HAVE to be on time to a new place? That happened to me on Monday - FOR AN INTERVIEW.

My GPS, Gigi - seemed to know how stressed the fuck out I was and decided to fuck with me anyways taking me into bumblefuck off of some dirt road with cows staring at me. I then legit started dry heaving as I was trying to back up from the dead end cow road to turn around and get back on the highway where Gigi decided to stop fucking with me and put me on the right exit. I arrived exactly five minutes before start time and I am sure I had sweat pancakes in full force under my jacket (so thank god for jacket). DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, GIGI! EVER! FUCK!