I bought a car the other day with a voice-activated satellite radio. You
just say what you want to hear, and it automatically tunes to the right
channel.
"Fifties rock!" I ordered, and Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper were blasting
out of the speakers.
"Alt Country!" I commanded, and the radio started playing the Jayhawks and
the Flatlanders.
Just about then a kid ran right in front of me, chasing an errant fly ball.
I slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoided hitting him.
"FUCKING KIDS!" I roared at the top of my lungs, and immediately the radio
started playing Michael Jackson songs.
just say what you want to hear, and it automatically tunes to the right
channel.
"Fifties rock!" I ordered, and Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper were blasting
out of the speakers.
"Alt Country!" I commanded, and the radio started playing the Jayhawks and
the Flatlanders.
Just about then a kid ran right in front of me, chasing an errant fly ball.
I slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoided hitting him.
"FUCKING KIDS!" I roared at the top of my lungs, and immediately the radio
started playing Michael Jackson songs.
