Dear TomTom,

Thank you for safely directing me from point A to B to C and beyond this weekend in Louisiana. You give clear directions, repeat yourself often enough to be reassuring but not annoying, and don't scold me if I choose to take a different route. You'd be pretty much perfect if, in between all the "Exit right, then stay left" and "Turn left, then take the motorway", you threw in a few compliments, too. "Keep left, you gorgeous being" or "In 200 yards, you have reached your destination you Greek goddess you".

Either way, I love you and promise to cherish you for better or worse, as long as we both shall live.

Looking up "Point of Interest: Mr. Right",

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