It has been a glitchy Monday morning. The tire pressure sensors in my car alerted that my right rear tire was low. Siri called two people at random. (I have a bad habit of saying "Seriously?" and Siri thinks I'm talking to her.) The phlebotomist at the lab used a faulty blood test needle and had to start over on the other arm. The traffic lights were not communicating with the road crew and chaos ensued. And just now, as I sat at my desk at work, my Apple watch congratulated me on 800 minutes of strength training. A new record, it said. I have to ask myself, does my watch seriously think I've been pumping iron for more than 13 hours, all without increasing my heart rate? Or is that its passive-aggressive way of calling me a shlub? Like when Netflix asks "Are you still watching?"
This reminded me of making cookies with my Grandma Evy when I was a little girl. I noticed that she had skipped the butter as she was working her way down the ingredient list, and said "Grandma, we have lots of butter in the fridge if you need more." She smiled at me and said "That was a very tactful way of telling me I had forgotten the butter. That is called tact, and tact will get you everywhere, Dear."
Perhaps it is less about passive-aggressive behavior, and more about tact. Thank you, Apple Watch, for tactfully pointing out that I tapped the workout app in error . . . unless you were actually mocking the fact that I could never, ever, in a million years, lift weights for 13 hours, because even if it's true, it's still rude.
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