Can We Talk?
Happy Friday, Everyone!
What better day of the week is there to kick back, share some cool weekend travel tips, and muse about what’s mildly absurd in life. Like talk texting.
You know it, right?!
Me talk texting a friend about taking a walk:
“Do you want to meet in about an hour?”
VoiceText Translator:
“Do you wanna beat box battle?”
No.
No, I don’t, Siri, Alexa, Bixby..whatever your name is, 2021 VoiceTexter. What I want is for you to get better so those of us with Fat Finger Syndrome (FFS) can save 15 minutes and let the whole world hear us when we talk text someone.
What. Goes. On?!
My seven year old daughter, Charlee, should audition for the job. For those of you who have heard her voice, you know that cute little rasp she’s got going on. Last night, the winds in CT were pretty aggressive, so at about 2 am, she came crawling into my bed. My husband promptly threw his arm around her and remained sleeping.
“Mommy,” she whispered, “Daddy just did an epic remover.”
“A what?”
“With his arm. He did a cool remover.”
“You mean a maneuver?”
“Yes, a remover.” She paused, sensing something was up. “Is that how you say it?”
I tried not to giggle. “Actually, it’s maneuver. Repeat after me: Muh.”
“Muh.”
“Noove.”
“Ooove.”
“Er.”
“Er.” She turned toward me in the dark. “Is that it?”
“Let’s put it all together,” I whispered back, hoping the OG Maneuverer would not wake up for this late night lesson in diction. “Maneuver.”
She waited a few seconds, then sighed and shout whispered, “Call an Uber!”
We collapsed in a fit of whisper giggles.
Take that, 2021 VoiceTexter.