Dwiving With Waze

I was looking for road trip apps and a cousin getting ready to set out on a family RV jaunt from Wise to Washington state shared WAZE.  It seemed potentially useful so I downloaded it to my phone, a smart phone the IQ of which certainly exceeds mine.

Day 1 from Columbia to Tupelo, I decided to test WAZE, since I couldn't get lost on I 20 between Columbia and Birmingham. 

WAZE provides basically the same GPS function as  my Android Mensa phone, but it apparently is interactive, in that users flying down the highway at death defying speeds can enter information that other users who are also flying down the highway at equally death defying speeds can access.  Some of this information is extraordinarily useful:

Vehicle on Shoulder,  Miz WAZE tells me in a voice which, I admit, is much less nasal than that of my GPS.  So now, as I am flying down the highway at a death defying speed, my eyes wander toward the shoulder, waiting for Vehicle on Shoulder to appear.  Miles pass and vehicle does not appear.  Did I miss it, I worry.  What if the driver in Vehicle on Shoulder was a retired college professor on Medicare with two little canines, and she needed assistance?  If I didn't see her, was I not fulfilling my responsibility as a  WAZEr?

And if the Vehicle on Shoulder wasn't there, where ever there is supposed to be, should I remove my eyes from the road and my attention from the wheel long enough to locate the cute little WAZE icon which would allow me to notify my fellow WAZERs that Vehicle on Shoulder was no longer Vehicle on Shoulder?  Such a dilemma.

In addition to providing important information such as Vehicle on Shoulder, WAZE apparently enables me, as I am flying down the highway at a death defying speed, to interact with other WAZERs.  Some of you may have read my previous post on Things I Don't Tell Mother When Traveling, so you are aware of my previous unwanted encounter with an interstate motorist.  Now, thanks to the blessing of technology, I might choose a wanted encounter with a stranger in the middle of Oklahoma.  Here's how I envision it might go, keeping in mind that I am flying down the highway at a death defying speed, typing on WAZE via my cell phone:

"Hi male person driving at furious speed on I40.  I'm a female traveling alone, typing as I drive at furious speed on I40."

Response from male person:  "Hi beautiful solo lady traveling alone all by yourself in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma."  

 Balloon over male person's vehicle reads:  Boy O Boy!!!!   Yippeeee!!!!  Got me a sucker on the line!!!!!  All by her little lonesome far from home way out here in the middle of nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!  Thank you Jebus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Text response from male person:  "Oh beautiful lonely lady who is so far from home in the middle of this dreadfully hot weather in the middle of nowhere. Let us meet at the wonderfully cool Casino at the next exit and I will purchase for you a lovely glass of cool wine....."

Balloon over my vehicle:  Why would I be so dumb as to contact someone via WAZE?  Either I'd kill myself "texting while driving" or he'd slip me a roofie......