Guess who's stalking me? TEH GOOGLE!

In a valiant effort to find a less stroke-inducing route home from Preferred Local Metro Station, I turned to Google Maps. Addresses were entered, routes were examined, little purple lines were dragged willy-nilly to create better routes.

I'm fairly awesome at creating better routes.

And then, I saw this:

As an editorial note, the scrawly red writing may not have been there prior to the screen-grab. At first I blushed, I giggled, I was a little flattered. And then I wondered about this Google, and decided it was probably just in it for a booty-call.

DENIED. My virtue remains pure like the driven snow.