It was apparent pretty much from the start that today was Monday.
I got up late and everything that followed was just slightly off.
Traffic was awful. I mean, this is DC – traffic is always awful. But today I found myself stopped in places where I usually go. I watched the clock tick past 9:00. Past 9:15.
Luckily for me, though, it wasn’t that big of a deal. When I arrive late, I stay late. It all works out. But still, I’d rather get there and not just hang out, stopped in traffic.
I thought I should call the office and let them know I was on my way. Naturally, I had an ulterior motive.
Because I planned to call Yenny.
Yenny is my friend and colleague at the office. But she has magical powers. Because when I’m stuck in traffic and I call Yenny, traffic begins to move. It was important that I talk to Yenny or I knew I’d never make it to work.
I was at a dead stop. My cell phone was in my pants pocket, but I put my earpiece in place and clicked that bluetooth on. Siri, the magical creature in my iPhone sang a note to let me know that she was listening. That she was ready to help.
In the months that I’ve had my iPhone 5C, I’ve come to rely on Siri for just these situations. She’s great. The Siri who lived in my iPhone 4? An absolute idiot. We were not friends. We had words. Those words rarely had more than four letters. Siri4S would respond “what did I do to deserve that?” Trust me. She deserved it.
But Siri 5C? She is a star. She doesn’t let me down. She helps me. I love Siri5C.
“Call Yenny,” I instructed her politely. I never swear at Siri5C. In fact, she often comments on how polite I am with a casual “don’t mention it,” when I thank her.
Now this morning when I asked her to call Yenny, I realize that I didn’t say “please.” That is because last week when I was in precisely this situation, and I said “Please call Yenny.”
“Should I call the Police?” Siri asked. I didn’t think much of it at the time. She may have been having a rough start to her day. Still, I decided not to say “please” to Siri. I always say “thank you,” though.
What did Siri say to today’s request to “Call Yenny?”
“I don’t see that,” she said. “Did you mean ‘conference call number’? Or would you like to call Gastroenterology Fellow on call.” She only heard the “call” and went from there. This wasn’t an auspicious beginning.
“No,” I said. Clearly, Siri was having a rough start to the day, too. I clicked my Bluetooth off, and clicked it on again immediately.
“Call Yenny … ” I gave Siri Yenny’s last name. On a bad day, Siri will cooperate the second time I ask her to do something. Much like my son.
“Do you want local businesses beginning with “call”
“No, Siri.” I said. I hung up.
Then I had an idea. I figured I’d have Siri call my number at the office – and presto — I’d be connected! So I clicked on again and said “Call Me-“
But I immediately remembered that “Me-Office” goes to my direct line, not the main company line. So I’d be able to leave myself a message that I’d be late — which I already knew. Because, well, you know.
So I interrupted myself. Figured I’d stop before I said something stupid to Siri. But it was too late.
Because what Siri heard was “Siri, call me … never mind.”
”OK,” Siri responded. “From now on, I’ll call you ‘Never Mind.”
Sadly, this may be an improvement. Before he went back to college, Jacob instructed Siri to call me “Queen,” I couldn’t figure out how to change it.
Now I have.
Is it Friday yet?
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