I was in the car with my dad a couple of weeks ago when he told me that we had to make a stop before he dropped me off at home. He was donating blood the next morning (he's one of those nice, blood-donating dads), and he wanted to find the place so he wouldn't get lost in the morning.
We had the cross streets, but no specific address. While we looked, Dad thought to grab his phone and ask Siri.
Siri told us that she found a donation center, but it was pretty far away. We asked her in several different ways. No dice.
Finally, we found the place on our own. As we sat in front of it, Dad asked Siri one last time and got the same wrong answer.
And then Dad hit the button and said "Siri, I'm disappointed in you."
*INSTANT FLASHBACK* to what I heard after every stupid thing I pulled when I was a kid, including the time when, impatient with the "normal" way to use puff paint (in the oven), I decided to expedite the process (in the microwave), filling the house with acrid smoke while I was alone in the house.
And, much like my own reaction in those days, Siri responded with shamed silence.
Dad Disappointment cuts to the bone. :)
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