Friday, December 17, 2010

Latitude Stalking

Jeff came home excited about a new app the other day. Of course I asked about it, but he would not give an explanation. Instead, he grabbed my phone, proceeded to download, and preface it with, "you'll see."

Once I did see, I thought it was pretty cool. The app is called Google Latitude. On Google Latitude you can develop your own friends list. Then, the Latitude part comes in when you click on their names. A map pops up and you can see exactly where they are located. Whether it be New York City, Cleveland, Ohio, or Bristol, Connecticut.
I thought it was so cool as we looked at it. There we both were on the map, sitting right next to each other, because, well, in real life we were right next to each other. I was impressed with the accuracy and thought that Jeff had really found a good app. Until I got thinking about it. 

What if I want to surprise him somewhere? What if I want to secretly go shopping? What if I want to go to the bank and hide money from him? I couldn't do any of that if I wanted to anymore. Jeff (and all my Google Latitude friends) will always know where I am whenever he wants to. Only having had the app for 2 days, it has already come to bite me in the a$$. 

Sometimes, on occasion, I like to have ice cream for lunch. This is a bad habit I developed with a mom and pop ice cream shop a few blocks down from my former school. Anyways, the itching for an ice cream lunch crept up just yesterday. So, knowing there was an ice cream shop right down the street where I happened to be, I decided to fulfill my desire. 

Wouldn't you know, just at that time, Jeff had decided to show a friend of his how the new app works. He used me as the example. His buddy, being a Clevelander through and through, took one look at the map on the screen and where it was pinpointing me and knew exactly what little strip mall I was at. With that, Jeff knew exactly where I was. Being the smart man that he is, he simply knew I was getting ice cream. 

When I got back into my car, with my ice cream happily in hand, I received a text from Jeff calling me out about where I was. Dare I ask: what's next? Will he be able to see that the ice cream was a large twist covered in rainbow sprinkles? 

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