I have a love-hate relationship with the voice recognition feature on my cell phone. When I first brought home my adorable Project Red Motorola RAZR almost two years ago, I was quite excited to graduate to a big-girl phone.

My old phone did not have a camera on it. My old phone was not sleek. My old phone was not cherry-red. My old phone was not “hip*”. My old phone did not have voice recognition. I had to call people the old-fashioned way, by pressing the buttons. (The horror!)

Using the Voice Recognition feature was fun at first. I would say, “Call-Jim-work” and then the lady in my phone would say, “Did you say, ‘Call-Jim-work’?” I would firmly but politely confirm, “Yes.” She would say, “Calling!” Magically, my husband was on the other end of the line in seconds, without my having to lift a finger! This was awesome!

The lady in my phone and I got along well. I didn’t even mind her constantly confirming what I was saying. Then I got frustrated. WHY couldn’t she just “get it”? I mean, seriously. I call the same people all the time. Isn’t there software for the purpose of Recognizing That Melisa Is Calling “Him” or “Her” Again???

I found myself trying to say the names of my contacts in a convoluted way—just like the lady in my phone does—to avoid the confirmation. It became a game: could I say a name in just the right way so that she dialed for me without asking me what I said? When I was successful (rarely) and we skipped right to “Calling!” I would shout “Sweet!” and pump my fist in the air triumphantly.

I finally was able to master one name, my sister’s, and the lady and I had an understanding. Apparently all my life I have said my sister’s name wrong: I’ve been saying “Julie” instead of “Jah-oh-leeeee”. My mistake. Now, every time I want to call my sister, all I have to do is contort my mouth in the strangest way and say “Jah-oh-leeeee”, and the lady understands me perfectly. And then I giggle a little bit.

As for the other names? Well, the lady in my phone and I will just continue to play tug-of-war with those, because neither of us wants to meet in the middle.

Thay-anx fuh-or ruh-eeee-ding thee-is pohhhh-st.

*Don’t misunderstand me, please. Normally I could care less about being “hip”. I don’t go out of my way to look “hip”, buy “hip” products, sound “hip”, or act “hip”. However, I happen to appreciate when something “hip” accidentally inserts itself in my life as my Cherry-colored Project Red RAZR did. Nuff said.

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