Second morning at The Fairview Inn:
My eyes were still closed when I heard the cute boy mumble, “It’s wicked hot in here.”
I opened my mouth to croak, “Hey Siri!”
Louder, “HEY SIRI!”
Remembering I had turned the volume down on my phone, I continued, assuming Siri had heard me, “Turn the ceiling fan the right direction.”
The cute boy let me try one more time before interrupting, “You do realize the electronics in the room aren’t connected to your phone.”
Well that’s wicked dumb.