At the moment I’m still in Maui. I’ve become friends with one of the waiters at the Grand Wailea poolside burger shack. (He refilled my ice tea once. I love the man.) I told him my son Matt was due to arrive the next day and would he help play a prank on him? Matt is an engineer for Apple computers and as you can imagine, there’s nothing he loves more than people asking for tech support (myself included). So I said to my waiter chum, “When Matt comes tomorrow tell him you’ve got a problem with your Mac laptop and that I said he’d be happy to help you.”
Sure enough – next day, we’re at lunch, the waiter ambles by, and asks Matt if he’d look at his laptop. Although steam was escaping from his ears, Matt graciously said he would. At that point we let him in on the joke.
He said he would get back at me.
She answers: “I don’t know, Jackass!”
You can imagine the laugh this got at the table. Getting royally insulted by my iPhone.
And as we were driving home a new concern crossed my mind. Based on the input she receives, Siri “learns” things. Does she now just assume I'm a giant asshole? I mean, calling me a Jackass was pretty rude!” Was I forever to be hated by my cellphone?
Well, it turns out Matt programmed Siri to call me that. You can do that I guess.
Good one, Matt!
I’m currently reading the Steve Jobs book. In it, I've learned he loved pulling practical jokes. I’ve always been proud that my son works for Apple Computer. But now I know, he really belongs.
For the record: Siri now calls me Kenny. At least to my face. Behind my back – God knows.
