OK.
So I’m still in the “doghouse” for that elf incident. Really – what’s the big deal? You will note that I COULD have destroyed the
stuffed Santa – but I didn’t. I mean
it’s not like I chewed the head off one of the shepherds in the manger. Or I swallowed Baby Jesus. It was an ELF. A creepy, scary looking elf. And we still have another one. For now.
I think I’ll just call Santa and explain the situation. I’m sure he’ll understand.
And speaking of calling people – my human
is just about ready to kill that Siri person/thing.
Ever since my human bought a new “hands free” device for her cell phone,
she is having BIG problems with Siri.
Here is a recent phone call:
My Human:
“Call Mom home.”
Siri:
“What number for Mom, home or mobile?”
My Human:
“Home.”
Siri:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you.
Home or mobile?”
My Human:
“Home.”
Siri:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you.
Home or mobile?”
My Human:
“HOME!!!!!”
Siri:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you.
Home or mobile?”
My Human: “HOME. H-O-M-E.
HOME!!!!”
Siri:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand you.
Home or mobile?”
My Human:
“Call 123-456-7890”
Siri:
“Calling 123-457-7890”
My Human:
“NO!!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!” Click.
So she tries one more time…
My Human:
“Call Mom HOME.”
Siri:
“Calling John Doe.”
My Human:
“AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Click.
I'm thinking that Siri has some PON in her - she can sure be stubborn sometimes!
My human tried to get Siri to talk to us –
and Frodo certainly barked out some instructions. But no luck.
My human gets more frustrated with Siri than she does with me. Which is hard to believe. SERIously.
(Pun intended.) I think it’s kind of funny. But then, I also thought that destroying an
elf was kind of funny…
Excuse me while I go and EMAIL Santa.
© Linda
Wozniak
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