My computer cord is still missing and we’re still finding Lincoln Logs in unlikely places, but we have been thinking that everything is pretty much back to normal around here: figurines returned to their rightful places, electrical sockets untaped, dog toys returned to the dog, etc. Yesterday, my laptop, iPhone and I spent a while bellied up to Genius Bar at the Apple Store, so we’re back on speaking terms with each other.
In the past, our laptops and iPhones have often sported new screen savers or perhaps a new free game or two after the Grandsons’ visits. As all three of the boys are more computer savvy than we’ll ever be, we generally leave the new additions as they are. Youngest Grandson (I’ll call him ‘Cory’ here so as not to rat him out) has a particular affinity for our iPhones and loves to quiz Siri with silly questions, not so much for his own entertainment as for the rest of the people in the room.
One particular evening when he was doing this, he told Siri to “Call me Cory,” as she had, of course, been calling him by his Granddad’s name. Logically so, since he was using his Granddad’s phone. One of his brothers warned, “Don’t do that, Cory. It changes things.”
DB said, probably thinking to himself that he never asks Siri questions in the first place, “Oh, that’s okay,” and never gave it another thought.
I must digress for a minute and tell you that even though DB is retired, he sometimes contracts to work with large firms to arbitrate legal disputes. He does most of this work from home and sends e-mails to attorneys and other arbitrators from his personal laptop and phone. Official stuff, so I have to keep the dog quiet when the Fed-Ex man comes while DB is on the phone or concentrating. He’s very orderly and professional about all of this.
Last night he was reading an attorney brief from a global law firm in New York City and noticed that the transmittal e-mail addressees included someone named Cory. He’d seen that in some earlier correspondence this week and assumed that Cory must be a law clerk in one of the offices. He hadn’t raised the issue, but felt the addition improper.
He read through the list of addressees again. Oddly, his name wasn’t on the list. Then it hit him.
HE was Cory.
Few things fluster DB, but this one deserves a large check mark under the Fluster column. He didn’t know how it happened, but he remembered that evening. . . Cory’s brother’s admonition. . . and his own dismissal of it.
So what was he supposed to do to fix this? Ask Siri?
He took the phone out on the front porch, ostensibly because the reception is better out there, but I’ll bet it didn’t hurt that I couldn’t hear the exchange. When he came back inside, he felt satisfied that he was back as Siri’s #1 man.
This morning he has been on his computer once again with more exchanges on the case.
‘Cory, Esq.’ no longer made the list. DB the professional was much relieved. DB the granddad is still chuckling.