Jannie fumbled with her GPS as she tried to get the proper directions, her brow furrowed as she squeezed it in her hand out of frustration. She mumbled something about how it never seemed to work when she needed it to, and she wasn't wrong. In the time that I had known Jannie, she had used her father's old GPS any time we had somewhere that we wanted to go – but it had always given her some sort of trouble; whether that was because it couldn't properly situate our vehicle on the map or just by re-routing us at every opportunity. I wondered if the reason she kept it around was because it had belonged to her father, seeing as how the machine never seemed to work quite right. Jannie wasn't hard up for money either, and I had mentioned that I should just buy her a new one for her birthday – bu
