Another ray of sunshine, aka 'Don't press the red button'
My friend missed her plane today and ended up renting a car to drive home from Eau Claire to Chicago. It was great news for me, since she stopped in Madison and had dinner with my father and me. We took the rental to my father's house and on the way a story unfolded.
It seems my friend was overwhelmed by the number of high tech buttons and choices in the Chevy Impala that was her rental vehicle. I mean, there were like a million buttons everywhere in this car -- on the dash, on the steering wheel, on the doors. [Which probably explains why the air conditoning was on high when open windows or even heat might have been more apropriate.]
On the way down from Eau Claire, she was trying to adjust the rearview mirror. I inspected it as she told the story -- it had four or five buttons across the bottom. Who ever say a rearview mirror with five buttons? So she pushed the red button with what seemed to be a star, or arrows, or a directional indicator so she could adjust the mirrror. But it didn't move. Huh?
Then a nice lady's voice came out of the mirror -- or somewhere in the car. A real live voice, not a recorded one.
"May I help you ma'am?"
Uhhhhhhh, what was that button for?
"Is there an emergency Ma'am?"
My surprised friend finally found her voice and explained to the ONSTAR lady that no, there was no emergency. She was simply trying to adjust the rearview mirror.
So there we were in the car, having a hearty laugh over the whole thing, when my friend suddenly gets quiet and looks at me quite seriously. Then she smiles and says....
"Now if only a Guru answered when I press that button. That would be something."
So don't push the red button, unless of course, its an emergency.
It seems my friend was overwhelmed by the number of high tech buttons and choices in the Chevy Impala that was her rental vehicle. I mean, there were like a million buttons everywhere in this car -- on the dash, on the steering wheel, on the doors. [Which probably explains why the air conditoning was on high when open windows or even heat might have been more apropriate.]
On the way down from Eau Claire, she was trying to adjust the rearview mirror. I inspected it as she told the story -- it had four or five buttons across the bottom. Who ever say a rearview mirror with five buttons? So she pushed the red button with what seemed to be a star, or arrows, or a directional indicator so she could adjust the mirrror. But it didn't move. Huh?
Then a nice lady's voice came out of the mirror -- or somewhere in the car. A real live voice, not a recorded one.
"May I help you ma'am?"
Uhhhhhhh, what was that button for?
"Is there an emergency Ma'am?"
My surprised friend finally found her voice and explained to the ONSTAR lady that no, there was no emergency. She was simply trying to adjust the rearview mirror.
So there we were in the car, having a hearty laugh over the whole thing, when my friend suddenly gets quiet and looks at me quite seriously. Then she smiles and says....
"Now if only a Guru answered when I press that button. That would be something."
So don't push the red button, unless of course, its an emergency.
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