[[Full body shot of man on phone.]]
Man: Looking forward to seeing your new place! What's the address? -- Mm hmm. Yes, I'm taking 495. But I have a GPS, so I really just need the street address.
[[Close up.]]
Man: ...then south on 18, okay, but I have a GPS, so if you just want to skip to the street address, I can...
[[Full body shot, facing other direction.]]
Man: Thanks, I'm glad to know Highland Road comes a mile after the big intersection, but I keep saying I
have a GPS,
can you tell me the street address? ... Technically that's just more information on how to get to your place, not the address itself. If you could--
[[Close up again, man writing on pad.]]
Man: ...I appreciate that you want to help, but I'm
ignoring
you and just waiting for the... Listen, I just remembered I need to mail you a letter. What's your address? -- Mhm... okay... Great, Thanks! I'll see you in an hour!
{{Title text: Yes, I understand that the turn is half a mile past the big field, but my GPS knows that, too. This would be easier if you weren't about to ask me to repeat it all back to you.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.