Given how far it is from a big city or freeway, I hear no traffic noise at all—only the chirpy tweeting of birds, the occasional caw of ravens and crows, the gentle sounds of a flowing creek.
I know I’m not alone in my occasional impatience towards Siri; I’ve seen many other people display it as well. Sometimes I think the only thing we speak to more harshly than we speak to ourselves is Siri.
It’s been a journey, beer. You were so much a part of my life.
If given the chance to speak to my teenage self, I’d say to her now: It gets better for you—and once it does, you’ll see that it doesn’t end with you.