Everyday I glance at my phone to check the time before leaving work.
Everyday, it tells me the drive time to the gym.
I don't tell it that I'm going to the gym. I don't ask for driving conditions between work and the gym.
Regardless, it's there.
I have to admit that I'm a little freaked out that my phone knows me so well.
I feel a little shame when I think I'm in a bit of a rut.
Maybe I'll surprise my phone and stop off for a beer then go home.
Somehow I think it will anticipate that and give me the drive time to a bar.
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