So this American guy buys his sweet 82-year-old Irish granny a smartphone for her birthday. She’s never used one before, but she’s excited. He says, “Granny, with this phone, you can ask Google *anything*.”
She blinks. “Anything? Like a priest?”
He laughs. “Yes, Granny. Google knows everything.”
So she starts using it. First day, she shouts into the phone:
*“Google! Do I still owe Margaret from bingo night?”*
It replies:
*“I’m sorry, I didn’t understand that.”*
She squints, takes off her glasses, and mutters, “Neither do I, we both cheat anyway.”
Later, she tries again:
*“Google! What’s that show with the handsome doctor who keeps killing people with charm?”*
The phone pulls up *Grey’s Anatomy.* She goes, “No, not that one… I meant the real doctor down the road. Google’s getting rusty.”
A week later, the grandson checks in and finds her yelling at the phone:
*“Google, tell my fridge to stop freezing my apples. I’m not a penguin!”*
He says, “Granny! It doesn’t control your fridge.”
She waves him off: “Then what good is it? When I asked your grandfather a question, he gave me an answer, a cup of tea, and a complaint. That’s service!”
*Moral of the story?*
Never overestimate Google… or underestimate a confused Irish granny with Wi-Fi.
