The Manbat Gets a GPS

Wayne Bruzinski was installing a smartphone mount in the Manbatmobile.  Why he never thought to use his smartphone as a GPS before was beyond him.  He was having a conversation at Gas Up, the gas station he worked at, with a regular customer when he was enlightened to the GPS app.

Now that the mount was installed, Wayne headed back inside to listen to the police scanner.  First he listened to the Columbus band, followed by the Dayton band.  Nothing really good on either one.  With a sigh he flipped to the Chillicothe band and sure enough there was a domestic dispute going down.  He pulled out a pen and jotted down the address, changed into his costume which he had made out of a pair of girls yoga pants (plus size), a long sleeve compression shirt, a pair of combat boots, and a ski mask with a coat hanger inside it bent up to make bat ears.  The left ear was larger and skewed strangely compared to the right side but  he didn't care.  He worked on that god damned thing for hours and never could get it right so he settled for close.  But it really wasn't even close.

He grabbed his keys out of his bat logo mug that was on a shelf by the door and headed out to the car.  After futzing with the ignition for 2 and a half minutes he was on his way.  "Now to put the address into the GPS" he said to himself as he brought up the voice prompt so he could speak the address into it.  "129 7th Street" he said.  The phone beeped and displayed a message that said "No Data Connection Available".  He pressed the microphone icon again and repeated the address.  Same thing, no data connection. 

Aggravated but not defeated, he pressed the icon again and spoke the address.  Once again he was met by the no data message.  He looked at the service indicator and noticed that he didn't have an active 3G or 4G connection.  After rolling down the window, Wayne held the cellphone out the window for a few seconds.  When he brought it back in he noticed that the 3G symbol had popped up indicating that he had a 3G data connection.  He launched the GPS app and hit the mic icon and spoke the address when prompted.  Again he was met with the no data message and the 3G indicator had disappeared. 

He was so frustrated at this point that he hit the mic icon and screamed into the phone "129 7th FUCKING STR-",  and that was it.  He was paying so much attention to the cellphone that he didn't realize he had run a red light.  His car slammed into a minivan, killing him and a family of 6 on their way home from a birthday party at a pizza place.