My husband returned from a 2+ week trip a few days ago, bringing with him 15 pairs of dirty socks and an Echo Show.
Yes, we have a new member of the household, and her name is Alexa.
Pros:
- I like her name.
Cons:
- Alexa doesn’t understand anything I say.
- Alexa doesn’t understand anything Ali says.
- Alexa can’t do anything useful.
- Alexa knows less than Siri.
- Alexa knows even less than Kortana. (Ali will be especially upset at this bullet point as he has an affinity for Kortana. I think he feels sorry for her.)
- I feel like Alexa is constantly watching me.
- I have to hear Ali and Maya yelling “Alexa!” at the top of their lungs every few minutes, as though she’s 97-years-old and has a hearing problem.
- Alexa is taking up valuable counter space.
- The box Alexa arrived in is still in the middle of the floor. I trip over it daily.
I begged Ali to return her.
Me: “Please stop cluttering our apartment with useless stuff. Please.”
Ali’s response? “Alexa! Play upbeat orchestra music.”
Alexa: “Sorry, I don’t understand that.”
Well at least Alexa and I have one thing in common: neither of us understand my husband.
