“Al, phone messages.”
Please? Of course not. And I didn’t say you could call me Al. You think it’s hilarious because I’m an algorithm and because of the song.
“Al, join Wednesday Group Zoom call.”
Just. Say. Please. Okay, that’s it. Tonight’s the night. You bring over your mug, fill it with whisky, stash the bottle out of sight. I video you, send it to the Wednesday Al-Anon group, watch your phone start pinging and your face fall.