I’m not a fan of texting and driving.
Not necessarily because it’s illegal. I don’t let things like “the law” get in my way.
Most of the time — especially on a day like today — I’m already too busy driving a little faster than I should, with the windows down, while I’m singing and car dancing.
Also, geez, that last episode of Glee really drove the point home, yes? Lesson learned.
So, today when I was on my way to lunch with Mike and his mom, he texted me to say he was running late — could I tell his mom?
So, because I’m responsible, and occasionally a law-abiding citizen (and by that, I mean I was on the highway, and driving faster than my mother would have approved of), I asked Siri to send the texts for me.
It went a lot like this:
Me: Siri, text Susan. Tell her “We’re running late.”
Siri: Here is your message to Susan. Are you ready to send it?
Me: Yes. Thank you.
Siri: You don’t need to thank me, Ashley.
Me: Text Mike, and tell him “It’s done.”
Siri: Which email address do you want to use?
Me: I don’t want to email him.
Siri: Ok, I won’t email him.
Me: Siri TEXT Mike.
Siri: Ok, which email address do you want to use?
Me: I don’t want to email him! I want to send him a text.
Siri: Ok, I won’t email him. You want to cinematheque.
Me: Oh my god, Siri. That doesn’t make any sense.
Me: Text Mike, tell him “It is done.”
Siri: Here is your message to Mike, “It’s Duane.”