Technology run rampant!

—“Oh will you shaddup!”
“Not you,” I said to the pretty girl delivering my outdoor takeout at Applebee’s restaurant in Canandaigua.
“I’m talking to Siri in this car. I asked Siri on my iPhone to call Applebee’s, and got an Act-of-Congress.”
No longer can I have Siri just make a phone call. It’s gotta blow at least five minutes analyzing and reviewing Applebee’s before it makes the call.
Thankfully, pretty girl was bringing my takeout as Siri began yammering.
I just bought this newer car. My iPhone was “paired” to it.
“Call Applebee’s in Canandaigua,” I said into my iPhone.
My car took over. Siri’s response wasn’t the Siri I usually hear.
So began an arduous litany of recommendation, star-evaluation, and explanation preceding the actual call.
Yada-yada-yada-yada, followed by “oh will you shaddup!”
“Last time I try that!” I said to pretty girl.
“Next time I disconnect Bluetooth before I enter this car, and hope Siri hasn’t been re-programmed to increase verbiage.”
If that happens, I call Applebee’s without Siri — I use my iPhone contacts, hoping it doesn’t deluge me with new Siri verbosity.
Technology run rampant! Every day I delete a slew of spam e-mails, and scammers demanding my Social Security number, credit-card, checking-account, wallet, etc. under threat of jail.
Siri was a nice idea, but now I can't just call a restaurant. I hafta endure a torrent of verbiage.

• Just yesterday I blogged pretty girl. I told her she was pretty, and the fact I did that after my childhood is amazing. It was her eyes: they were gorgeous. I think she liked it.