Joy and I were driving back from the Southeast regional last weekend. I was trusting that the directions coming through my phone were accurate….it has been a very hard transition for me to trust it. It was taking me on a different path than it ever had from Florence, Alabama and I was a bit worried that it had finally happened.
Joy has constantly warned me that Siri is listening when I say disparaging things about “her” during our trips. I am less than congenial when I ask for directions to Clarksville, Tennessee and am instantly given instructions on “how to skin a zebra” or a map leading to somewhere in Central America….and Joy keeps warning me that I will not be safe when the robots take over…but I really hadn’t listened.
But as I came back from Alabama, and had turned down my third one lane road, I turned to Joy and said “this (bad word here) is just messing with me now!”
She laughed at me, then with a more serious tone said, “I warned you!”
I told her “there is no way this is the way home! This (bleepidy, bleeping bleep) is actually messing with me!”
“She can hear you now! I have been telling you!”
Then we passed some road labeled “1984” south of Dickson, Tennessee….and I….well….Siri…we finally made it home.
“Siri, I hope you had a nice day if you are reading this.”
….not going to say much more – need directions to LaCrosse soon….just posting a few pics of some great folks at the KBF southeast regional.
Topwater Moon 