As I drove to the airport to pick up my Husband last night, I was trying to properly channel the many thoughts interlacing somehow in my spaghetti brain. I knew he’d be tired and hungry when he arrived home from his West Coast business trip – I felt the same at 8:00 pm – so what would perk him up?
A good ol’ BURGER.
Yep, just like my Mom did, my Hubs reaches a sublime state when burger consumption is involved.
“Oh yeah,” I remembered, “I have those Groupons I bought for MOOYAH, and it’s kind of on the way home.”
Driving, still, with my iPhone safely docked on the windshield on the left-hand side of the steering wheel, I attempted to bring Siri into the mix at a light. I had to make sure MOOYAH would still be open before I suggested it.
Holding the button down, “Siri, what are MOOYAH’s hours?”
She proceeded to show me some movies concerning eyes. Apparently there is a market for that.
Chuckle. Still waiting at light, “MOOYAH website.”
Siri then took me off in some other completely non-beef related direction.
Let’s try this again. “MOOYAH Burgers.”
Still not getting it.
Not so much chuckling when I reached try #5.
As the light is about to turn, I grew
desperate impatient. I felt the urge to resort to “call tree mode”: After a really bad customer service experience for the 3rd time, and my voice grows louder, slower, with strong overtones of condescension, as I continue repeating the same three words to the automated teller. [And yes, eventually, she’ll stop saying, click click click, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that…” if you push her hard enough].
While I didn’t go full Delta Airlines on Siri (those were my latest 2 experiences), I admit that I did have a tone in my voice, which grew a bit louder as I repeated, “MOOYAH, Mooyah, MOOYAH!!”
Here is what Siri responded:
Seriously? If she could have found a restaurant named Lilliott Vieudelou Ya Lilliott, eat my dust Mooyah. I bet the Crab Bisque would have been delightful.
But here’s the rub: I can’t even recall what she sounded like saying that gibberish?! So, I like to reimagine it done as the Swedish Chef. And then chalk it up with other funny Siri fails.
Since I’ve met “Siri” before, I should tell her two things:
1. I’m sorry for getting snippy with you. I know you were just trying to do your job, and you really thought I actually said, “Lilliott Vieudelou Ya Lilliott”.
2. Thanks for the belly laugh. I really needed that.