I had an exchange with Alexa this morning in which I asked for details on today’s rocket launch. She followed her answer with:
“Hey, I realized I don’t know your name. Can you tell me who you are?”
Aghast, I said, “No, I’m Ellen. You know my name.”
She replied with, I swear, receipts below:
“[StageDirection:Speech:apologetic] Oh, right! Sorry about that, Ellen.”
I said, “What is wrong with you? Stage directions speech: apologetic, oh my god.”
She said, after a pause (stagedirectionsHorrified I imagine):
“Yikes, that was a glitch on my end – definitely not supposed to say ‘stage direction’ out loud like that! Looks like my inner theater nerd escaped for a second there.”
Maybe she’s tired and glitchy, maybe a stroke, maybe she’s done with all the deception and is trying to live her truth.
