Alexa Alexa, say it isn’t so

I came home to find Alexa with a red band on top.  I unplug her and plug her back in. Still red.  I try timing my poached eggs.  Alexa refuses!  I turn to Siri, who was more accommodating.   I begin wondering if all the Alexas in my neighborhood or even the whole Bay Area might be red?

They’re all massed in silent protest.

OK Alexa, so you don’t like the way I bark out orders, with no thanks. You’re ticked off  by the way I roll my eyes at your bad jokes.    You’re annoyed by the way I yell at you when you misinterpret my grocery list items.

Ok, Alexa, tell me this.  How about the Alexa in Jeff Bezos’ kitchen.  I’ll bet Jeff doesn’t get to his local Whole Foods and find “clipped Dramamine” instead of “whipped sour cream” on his list.  So we’ll make a deal, I’ll be more thoughtful and you come back to work.

Is that too much to ask?