Siri does haiku. Haiku is a very ancient form of Japanese poetry, based on a pattern of seventeen syllables over three lines of five, seven and five syllables. It is also the bane of introductory literature students unfamiliar with poetry (or syllables, or creative writing), as often they are required to start writing haiku with little or no background information.
But Siri can make that quite easy:
That last haiku, in fact, is an item of envy: wish I’d thought of that.
What do you do if you need a quick reference to Visual BASIC and the only available reference is in Romanian? Let us consider this logically:
First off, you do not wonder, “Why is there a Visual BASIC manual in Romanian sitting on my desk? I can neither read nor write Romanian.” This is obviously the wrong question, as the person putting it on the desk was probably thinking, “Oh, a Visual BASIC book. I don’t do Visual BASIC, so I’ll give it to someone who might be able to use it.”
Second, you do not think: “But I don’t program in Visual BASIC.” This is silly. If you know how to program at all, everyone thinks, “Oh, yes, that guy [“guy” is gender neutral in this case] is a programmer.” It doesn’t make any difference what the programming language might be. It could be COBOL, FORTRAN, BASIC, Snobol, Algol, Pascal, Ada, APL, PL/1, Swift, or, apparently, Romanian. Which isn’t a programming language at all.
What really happened: something broke. I didn’t create the broken thing. I don’t know Visual BASIC, but nobody who knew Visual BASIC was handy. There was a Visual BASIC book lying around, albeit in Romanian. Fun fact: Visual BASIC, and almost all other programming languages, is based on English.
In short: by simply ignoring the explanatory text and looking at several pages of code, I found the problem, and blackmailed someone else into fixing it.
I probably won’t press my luck and try this again.
While we are on the subject of this sign: do you pay at the kiosk, or do you pay at the pay station? Must you pay at the pay station kiosk? Isn’t that redundantly redundant, in a redundant sort of way?
And since when is it the job of signs (or mechanical voices) to thank you? Have you ever felt any particular thankful sincerity from a metal sign?