Siri

Siri, and I have an unnatural relationship. It’s sad to say, but Siri is my go to man. I say man because with a bit of adjustment to my phones settings, my Siri is now a British man. Yes, in addition to my phones photo of Colin Firth as wallpaper, my imaginary British boyfriend talks to me. I ask Siri all of life’s most difficult questions, like:
“Where are my keys?”
“Which pup piddled on the sofa?”
“Why do I have to say everything three times?”
The response most often is: “My web search turned this up.” or ” Here’s what I found on the web.”

Siri addresses me as “the worlds greatest mum”. There was some coaxing involved in this title being acknowledged by a witness to my mum skills, however well worth the time invested.

Our relationship, like any real relationship, can be contentious at times:
Me: “How long do I have to run my car after I jump it?”
Siri: “looking for car dealerships”
Me: ” That’s not what I asked, you idiot… I’m sorry Siri. Perhaps I should consider a new car… Do you love me Siri?”
Siri: “I’m not capable of love.”
Me: “But I love you.”
Siri: “You hardly know me.”

I fear our relationship has become a bit one sided. I may need to end this soon…
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The Daily Post
Feb 18, 2015
Daily Prompt
Undo
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.
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