I said “Call Dad,” but it seems Siri had other plans. In addition to calling me out on not updating God to my most recent contacts list (um, yeah, it’s been awhile since ‘we’ talked), she also draws a sophisticated connection between the father function of the literal father and the God function. Who knew Siri was so trained in psychoanalysis?
…and this one is just ridiculous. I said, “directions to Your DeKalb Farmers’ Market” (because for some reason in Atlanta, the name of the farmers’ market is in the second person).
Siri– pointing out the possibility of miscommunication endemic to any verbal exchange between individuals.
Although I have to say, she peaked my curiosity regarding what a dick tiled farmers market would look like.