Wicked Siri

Second morning at The Fairview Inn: My eyes were still closed when I heard the cute boy mumble, “It’s wicked hot in here.” (giggle). I opened my mouth to croak, “Hey Siri!” No response. Louder, “HEY SIRI!” Still nothing. Remembering I had turned the volume down on my phone, I continued, assuming Siri had heard me, “Turn the ceiling fan the right direction.” Nothing. The … Continue reading Wicked Siri