Google is my shepherd; I shall not want.
It restoreth my soul: it leadeth me in the paths of free wifi for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of “Where the fuck am I?” I will fear no evil: for Google art with me; its GPS and its transit schedules, they comfort me.
Google preparest a table before me in the presence of delayed rail services: it anointest my mouth with corndogs; my Vietnamese Cold Brew runneth over.
Surely bookstores and public bathrooms shall accompany me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the arms of Google forever