Bluetooth In The Car- It's Witchcraft!

Well it certainly feels like it. So I was driving my car the other day after my husband had been fiddling with my phone, claiming I could speak through the car with it like it was kit from knight rider. I was a little dubious but humoured him...as you do.

Anyway, I was on the way to my mum's which was about 20 minutes away so I thought I would try to call her from the steering wheel. I pressed the 'windows' button and then a female spoke at me...rather aggressively I felt, asking me what I wanted to do. I then proceeded to do something a bit ridiculous and pushed my face onto the steering wheel to talk so she could hear me. I quickly jumped back when I realised I couldn't see the road.

I pulled up at some traffic lights and shouted 'call mum' down the phone. Not a good look when your windows are down and there are cheeky teenagers in the next car. She proceeded to say 'call home' over a dozen times and I argued with her for 10 minutes before pulling up in a layby to have a word.

She wasn't having any of it. Then I thought maybe she didn't understand the word mum and that it sounds like home. Aha I thought. This should do it as I changed her name to the word to mother.

Now I can speak quite clearly I don't normally slur my words or have an accent that could make the word mother sound like the word MITCHELL! Sorry my frustration with this is making me use caps lock and exclamation marks!

Mitchell is my husband, who the silly car woman called whilst he was at work.

"Whats up babs?"
"Sorry the car phoned you by mistake."
"But you must have said phone Mitch."
"No I said phone mother."
"Why are you calling your mum mother?"
"BECAUSE...oh never mind. I didn't say Mitchell I said mother...and she phoned you."
"What your mum?"
"NO THE CAR...Are you listening?"
"Are you alright?"
"NO.....Yes....this stupid car doesn't listen."
"Try again and speak clearly."
"Oh thanks for the advice Einstein didn't think of that."
"Have a good day....love you."
"Yeah...whatever...."

I pressed the little phone button to end the call. Then I text my husband, realising I'd been a bit grumpy and text him back. 'Love you too but this blue tooth is utter witchcraft. I mean dark magic witchcraft'

I set off again. Speaking as clear as possible I said 'Call mother'

And low and behold it worked.

'Hello'
'Hello, it's me. I'm talking through the car.'
'Talking through the car.'
'Talking through the car, i'm no where near the phone I am just talking normally.'
'Ah...could you get me a danish loaf from the shop? Oh there's someone pulled up outside.'
'Yes mother...it's me.'

Bloody technology has gone too far!