I’m a bit awkward when it comes to social graces. Similar to Don Rickles on The Andy Griffith Show, I am rather incompetent. People are frightening and terrifying to me. But, I worked in the front office of a small school for twenty years. I interacted with individuals all day. I was marginally competent at that. I believe this because I could assist them fast and they would be on their way with minimal conversation. If I needed to make a phone call, I learned to rehearse my words beforehand. I continue to do the same. Similar to the previous week, I needed to inspect strawberry plants at the local nursery. I had the questions prepared in my brain, but when a grumpy old man responded, I blurted out “blah blah blah berry do, do you have any?” Furthermore “at what hour will your business be closed?” I sounded like Yoda but not as bright. Perhaps that is why I write.
Annyyywayyy… It turns out that I, too, am not particularly tech-savvy. Someone attempted to phone as I was listening to Permaculture Daughter’s Marco message. I assumed I could just press the orange button that appeared to determine who was calling. But, Google assistant advised me to try asking “Remind me to take out the trash.” While my cell phone continued to ring and Marco continued to play, I pressed the button in an effort to dismiss her. Obviously, Google Woman said, “OK!” I will remember you tonight at 9 o’clock to take out the trash.” She seems so eager to assist that I hated to let her down.
Without preparation, I softly said, “No, Google Woman. Please DO NOT remind me that the rubbish must be taken out at 9:00.” God bless her soul I believe she was attempting to do her best, but she informed me in a very pleased-to-serve tone. “OK! I will remind you NOT to take the trash out at 9:00.” So I gave up and quickly answered my incoming phone. But unfortunately. They had left. On Marco, I continued my tour of my daughter’s backyard garden. At least I’m intelligent enough to email her a well-earned thumbs up, heart, and a smiley face. I am certain she was impressed. Plus! No language was hurt in the process.
Unfortunately, the call I missed was from a destitute prince who needed money. I’ll need to catch up with him in the future. Perhaps I’ll send him a text message so I can plan my remarks. I certainly do not wish to offend the king, who is obviously he, by speaking incorrectly. But first, I should probably take a nap. I am scheduled to receive a call after my bedtime to remind me NOT to take out the garbage. Lord help me! “May the words of my lips and the meditations of my heart be pleasing to You, O Lord, my Strength, and Redeemer.”