I was looking for the button tab thing that you just flip, but he has a fancy new car with the mirrors that are supposed to automatically change or something but they didn't and instead of pulling the tab or just, you know, adjusting the entire mirror, I pushed the OnStar button.
I then pushed it a few hundred more times to get it to stop ringing but it was too late and suddenly I was talking to a perky lady in my rearview mirror.
"Hello! How can we help you this evening? Have you called to get instructions on how to use your new Chevy Sonic?"
OH. THE. IRONY.
"Oh, uh, hi there, actually, I just accidentally pushed the button trying to figure out how to fix the rearview mirror."
"Well, that's no problem Mrs. MY HUSBAND'S NAME HOLY SHIT HOW DOES SHE KNOW THIS. I can send you over to our NAME OF DEPARTMENT FOR IDIOTS LIKE YOU WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE THEIR CAR."
"Oh *chuckle* that's not necessary. It appears I have actually figured it out myself. You'd never know it but I do actually have a college degree!"
"*Laughter* Oh I needed to hear that tonight!"
Glad to provide you with some entertainment, lady in my rearview mirror.
"Now, is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No no! But thank you so much for your, uh, company. Sorry to bother you!"
I hung up and giggled a bit about with my daughter, who seemed completely unphased that I just called someone who knew pretty much everything about me with my rearview mirror because like duh this happens all the time.
Is this how it felt for our parents when they first saw a fax machine and were like BUT HOW DOES IT SEND THE WORDS?
God, I'm getting old.