The Wrong Window

I’d been using a chatbot all morning to help write a firm-but-polite email to my landlord. I was also messaging my sister. I meant to type “make this sound less desperate” into the chatbot. I typed it into my sister’s chat instead, directly under a photo of her new boyfriend. She has not let it go. He has not let it go. They’re getting married in June. I’m not a bridesmaid. He has asked me to help with his speech.

The chatbot would have said it was a great photo. Your sister will be saying your line at the wedding, into a microphone.