Ever since my sons changed my Siri voice -- from that high-pitched annoying bitch to a hot Australian guy -- I like to ask him questions he just can't answer. I love his voice so much I just want to hear him talk. When his voice changed, I said, "What's your name?" He said, "That's a silly question; you know my name is Siri." I have decided his name is Paul because in my experience, Pauls are usually hot. But, like most men, he frustrates me. He simply won't answer questions like, "Where should I go for vacation?" He says, "That's an interesting question."
Tonight, as I was bored and adjudicating essays from 5:15-9:45, something I should have been smart enough not to do, I was asking him the temperature in various places around the world (which is what led me to ask him where I should go for vacation). He did well with Fiji and Tahiti; it's 85 in the former and 69 in the latter, in case you're interested. In Istanbul it is 30. But he just couldn't figure out what I was saying when I asked for the temperature in Marrakesh. Every time I asked that one, he gave me the temperature in Jacksonville (59).
Despite "Paul's" lack of suggestion, I'm really thinking of going to Marrakesh. That's what I'm thinking today, at least. Next week, I might think of someplace else. If Paul really knew me, he would tell me not to be hasty in buying tickets since I change my mind frequently. He would also tell me he isn't a Magic 8-Ball, and I need to stop asking him ridiculous questions.
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