I'm too easily entertained.
Last night at happy hour, I asked Emily (You know, my new robot assistant) what sound a rooster makes.
You see, I had tested her with chicken on my drive over and she performed just great. But not with rooster.
Oh, she knows what sound it makes, however she doesn’t know how to stop making it. So in this restaurant, my very loud phone proceeded to cock-a-doodle-doo for several minutes. First I tried telling her, “Emily, stop.” I’m sure that looked totally normal. Then, my friend tried to call me to make it stop. So then, my very loud phone was cock-a-doodle-dooing and playing a lovely ringtone for everybody to enjoy.
As I was smothering my phone, smiling nervously and trying to shut my phone off as quickly as possible, some middle-aged guy about 10 feet away looked at me and said, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to enjoy my time here, can you stop that?”
As I started to apologize profusely and tell him that I was really trying to get this thing off, he breaks into a big smile and says, “I’m totally kidding. Just thought I’d give you a hard time.”
What a nice guy. He made me feel like I wasn’t the bane of everyone’s existence in that place.
So, to end this story, I’m never asking Emily again what sound an animal makes. At least out in public. How embarrassing. Thanks, Em.
In other Emily news, she has told me that the fastest way home is ‘time travel’ and that she sensed some sarcasm in my voice when I was talking to her last night. She also woke me up at 6:30 am today like I asked her to and has texted my mom some messages for me. Those were all wins!
I neeeeeeed my boyfriend home. I am now entertaining myself with my phonebot. The next stage will likely be increased crafting for my cat. I bet she’d look good in a knitted sweater. …kidding…?
Come home boyfriend!