“Come on,” she said, staring dispassionately at my laptop screen.
A pop-up ad had decided that now was the best time to inflict its superlatives upon me, but she didn’t know that.
“What?” I said, dishing out a beat rivalling a drum machine as I clicked the invisible cross in vain.
“You can do better than that. You’re better than a inspirational quote tells you you are”, she said, walking away.
“Are YOU a college student feeling dead inside? Is YOUR 90’s website failing?? Are YOU looking for a bartender’s mixing bottle?? CLICK HERE to find the perfect solution to your life’s problems!!”
“Google, what’s this?”
“I dunno miss, it’s based on your search history.”
“And who told you you could have that?”
“Oh look dear, the cross button’s moved to the bottom left corner now.”
My search history is pretty weird and I’d like to be a fly on the wall during the thought process of whatever algorithm is trying to profile me. Bartender’s mixing bottle, magician’s hat, 90’s websites, dead-looking college students and cat’s feet are genuine searches indexed in my history now. I blame my comics and the fact that I cannot draw. Who knows what evil cat machinery Google will be trying to sell me next?