directions
Original: directions on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
An older man with white hair and beard (speaking): SO THE WAY TO OUR HOUSE IS TO GO TOWARD THE YELLOW BUILDING OVER THERE, STRAIGHT DOWN THE ROAD, BECAUSE THE YELLOW BUILDING IS OUR HOUSE.
A woman holding a phone (speaking): OKAY, BUT WHAT'S THE ADDRESS EXACTLY?
Caption (below panel): GPS has destroyed all confidence in my own ability to navigate anywhere.
Votey:
The woman (speaking, holding her phone): SORRY IT'S, GOOGLE MAPS, I'D HAVE TO GO HOME.
An older man with white hair and beard (speaking): SO THE WAY TO OUR HOUSE IS TO GO TOWARD THE YELLOW BUILDING OVER THERE, STRAIGHT DOWN THE ROAD, BECAUSE THE YELLOW BUILDING IS OUR HOUSE.
A woman holding a phone (speaking): OKAY, BUT WHAT'S THE ADDRESS EXACTLY?
Caption (below panel): GPS has destroyed all confidence in my own ability to navigate anywhere.
Votey:
The woman (speaking, holding her phone): SORRY IT'S, GOOGLE MAPS, I'D HAVE TO GO HOME.
Alt text
A man with white hair and beard stands outside on a road with a small yellow building visible in the distance. He tells a woman holding a phone that the way to their house is to head toward the yellow building straight down the road, because the yellow building IS their house. The woman, looking at her phone, asks, "Okay, but what's the address exactly?" Caption: "GPS has destroyed all confidence in my own ability to navigate anywhere." Votey: a close-up of the woman still staring down at her phone, saying, "Sorry it's, Google Maps, I'd have to go home." — she is so dependent on GPS that she can't even act on the literally-visible destination without an address to enter.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.