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POV: Making sure the younger generation tastes a bit of the trauma on how we used to find jobsites before GPS.
We didn’t have arrival times.
We didn’t have traffic alerts.
We barely had a clue where we were.
If you missed a turn you weren’t recalculating…
You were LOST.
Respect to every old prick that survived the Refidex era.
#Refidex #GoogleMaps #BlueCollar #Millenials #Trauma
Transcript
Alrighty, mate. I'll see you tomorrow. Address is 42 Peterson Street, Logan Home. 7AM start. Righty. I'll look it up. Oh, yes. Sweet. I can leave around 06:18AM. There's only light traffic. Thirty four minutes, it says it'll take me. I rank sleep in five fifty six. I'll get up. What the fuck are you on about? Go on Google Maps. Best got tomorrow's traffic patterns. Say what? Google Maps. It tells you everything. Road worse, traffic, accidents, speed cameras. Fuck me. You guys have absolutely no idea how easy you've got it nowadays. Same old story. What do you worst about now then? Alright. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, and I'll show you. Morning, mate. So what's the address? No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Neither did I when I was your age. Better day was a fucking adventure. Hurry up. Look for it. Which way am I going? The fuck's all this? How do you know how long it would take you? I didn't. You just bad to allow extra time. But what if you were late? Then I wouldn't have a fucking job. Alright. You see what I mean now? Yeah. Yeah. You're probably right. Alright. Now type the address in. Let's burn this fucking thing. I'm bringing back too much fucking trauma.