Damn you, Siri

I got a late start leaving the office Monday evening. As I was getting on the highway, I notice that the gas light came on in the car. Hmm ... I had an internal debate going on in my head. Do I go straight home and change for the gym or do I stop and put gas in the car first? I opted to put gas in the car before going home. So I stopped at my favorite QT.

I expected a text from the Hubs asking where I was and he didn't disappoint. My phone alerted me to his text when I got back in the car. As I was pulling onto the road I decided to enlist Siri's assistance, as opposed to texting and driving.

Me: Siri, text the Hubs.

Siri: Yes, Mistress, what would you like to say.

The Hubs hijacked my phone the other day and now he's got Siri addressing me as "Mistress" for everything.

Me: The gas light came on in the Soul so I stopped for gas before going home.

Siri: My Soul has gas and I stopped before going home.

Me: Are you kidding me?! Cancel. I stopped to put gas in the Soul before going home.

Siri: The Soul is going home for gas.

Me: CANCEL. I stopped to put gas in the car before going home.

Siri: I stopped my gas in the car going home.

Me: OH, THAT IS IT!!! CANCEL. I swear, Siri, if you weren't a disembodied voice, I'd so kick your ass right now.

I hate her.