Flannel fails and robots

Funny adopt a cat sign. This evil eyeless devil cat makes you really want one.

No organized thoughts today. Just some interesting interactions:

1. I felt robbed today when I was polite and nice to a machine. I hate automated customer service to begin with. You always end up yelling strange one word answers repeatedly. "CRUISE!"... "Im sorry what are you checking in for?" "CRUISE!" "We didnt get that, please try again." "CRUISE!!!!!!" "I'm sorry we will have to transfer you to a live customer service rep." "Sorry? No please don't. I'd prefer to be berated by this robot." So lesson learned. Just say absurd stuff and they'll transfer you.  Today was a whole new experience. Here was the automated interaction.

Robot: Hello there, how are you doing today?

Me: Oh fine thank you, how are you?

elaborate pause on the robots part...and where I realize I am talking to a machine

Robot: Oh, I'm great. Thanks for asking.

 What? You're great? You're a robot. This was very weird for me. I am still wrapping my mind around it. I asked a machine how it was doing.  I wonder if it's ever not great? Never a "not so hot today, my robot wife just left me".... or a "pretty tired... I have been working 24/7 for 26 days in a row". Anyway, the interaction left me feeling weird on the inside and kind of embarrassed I fell for the old fake robot trick. (Also.. if you are someone who has a message where you fake answer... nobody thinks it's funny... just you... and actually I am never calling you again...see you never fake answer guy). Anyway. I was formally polite with a robot before 9am. Good thing I was polite though, you never know what robots are capable of. 

2. In the last week flannel has failed me twice. I love a good flannel on a guy. The first flannel fail happened in the baking section of Vons where out of the corner of my eye I noticed a guy wearing a really fantastic purple-y flannel. I was kinda checking him out a bit. Then he turned around. Straight up 70. An old man. I checked out an old man because of a flannel. Jeez.The other time was in Vons again. Why am I in Vons so much you ask? I dunno. Why am I checking out guys in Vons? I dunno.. Its a weird time. But I see a guy next to me in the other line who appears to be my dream man. He is wearing a great dark blue flannel. His sleeves are rolled up. He has some fun arm tattoos. He seems to have an ironic mustache (the best...this guy is obviously funny too). That is until I get a better look at at him and see that this mustache is not an ironic mustache... this is a straight up trashy nasty dirty biker... there is nothing ironic about his tats, flannel or mustache. My my my. Maybe I should stop liking flannel so much. It could end poorly.

3. Another phone interaction today... I hate when people spell stuff out to check to make sure they got the correct letters. This time it was my first and last name. It took like 20 hours. C-cat E-elephant C-cat I-iguana L-leopard..... (continue for 8 more hours) the worst. I had no idea what she was saying. All I could think about was the fact that a zoo full of animals was compiling in my head. I have no idea if the letters were correct. I was just wanting her to stop talking. I could be checked in as Cecilia Koalabearhead for all I know. 

4. Speaking of weird spelling. The other day I looked at my moms phone and she had me under "Cecijjjj". Clearly I asked why such an absurd situation. She said she tried to type cecilia and it wouldn't work... and she couldn't find out how to fix it. So for like a year.... every time she calls or texts she looks up Cecijjjj. I can't even delve in to how absurd this is on so many levels.