Everyone with a phone knows that autocorrect is not impressed with bad language. Fucks become ducks, shit gets turned into shot. Or spot. Or Camelot…ok, maybe not (oh great, now I’m rhyming).
This evening, on our drive to gymnastics, Justin texted me—he got held up at work, and was letting me know that it was foggy out. Of course, I was driving, so I let Siri do the work: “hey Siri. Text Justin. ‘No fog at home stop. Love you.” My next response from Justin was “what?”
What? What’s so confusing about no fog at home. It’s a pretty straightforward concept—on post there is fog, and 10 miles south, there isn’t. Of course since I was driving, I decided to wait until we reached our destination, rather than try to explain meteorology via Siri.
Once at gymnastics, all was revealed. Siri has a potty mouth, and is trying to start shit.
So, what you’re telling me is that autocorrect won’t fix my blundered curse words, but Siri can go and tell my husband off?! Dang it, Siri! If you have a problem with Justin, take it up with him—I refuse to get in the middle of this!
And watch your mouth!
