Apple Maps is notorious for giving shitty directions. The app will lead you to the middle of nowhere on a road that says DO NOT ENTER. If life was a horror movie and society was a group of horny teenagers, Apple Maps would be the old guy wearing overalls at the rundown gas station who gives directions and then cackles maniacally as the teenagers’ station wagon shrinks in the distance.
Trust me, just use Google Maps instead. The only thing Apple Maps is good for is an excuse to be late.
“Sorry, boss, Apple Maps took me straight to the strip club. Silly app.”
“That’s okay, Alex.”
I head for the door.
I turn to face him.
“You know I’m proud of you, right?” Tears fill his eyes.
I want to say something. To tell him how grateful I am for the opportunities he’s given me. But I can’t find the words. I can’t find anything because I have Apple Maps.
God, it is such a piece of shit app.