I know Siri hates me. I. Know. This. Mannnn. But I was driving and I needed some assistance. And the god damn commercial makes it look so fucking easy.
But it's not...
It's. Fucking. Not. Easy. At. Fucking. All.
Me: Siri, Fanwood Bagels.
|Maybe it was because I had the window cracked. I rolled it up and tried again.|
Me: Siri... Fanwood Bagels!
|Son of a bitch.|
Me: SIRI... Fanwood Bagels.
|Did. I. Stutter. Motherfucker?!?!|
Me: SIRI!! FANWOOD!! BAGELS!!!!!!
|You fucking whore.|
After googling and finding the number then calling it and placing my order, like it was 1998 or some shit, I decided that Siri hates me.
And you know what? I fucking hate her too.
|Yea. That's right.|