I believed everything she said, until we got lost
Her voice made a believer out of me. The tone rarely varied, but her directions were concise and, to a certain point, worth following.
We left home together, and I was amazed at her knowledge of local geography. Every exit, perfectly forecast. Each distance carefully calculated. All went well until I missed a turn, and she continued with her plan as if we were still heading west (rather than south into the city centre). It dawned on me that she had no idea as to where we really were; this was just a simulation.
It might have been better if I’d given her our true destination, in retrospect. After all, guessing is never foolproof.
On another tack, our destination was to a restaurant which has a name involving Bamboo. I asked her to reconsider, to try and read precision from my half-correct data, but she assured me that our destination was really 187.0 km away, and I knew that couldn’t be so. I turned her off.
The choice of a place to eat, especially a new place, is oft times triggered by a visual clue. In this case, those odd paper buckets we see in movies, when people call for Chinese takeout. Locally, it is rumoured, there is a restaurant which has a name involving Bamboo. Unfortunately, the company has put a limit on the distance their drivers will travel to deliver paper buckets, so we were going there. Bringing the man to the mountain, so to speak.
The food was very good; a won ton soup that ranks among the best I’ve ever had, some vegetarian rolls and a meal of General Tao (Tso?) chicken. Wiki tells me that the good general has nothing to do with the food. I don’t really care.
