When Vic got home, he rushed to the office and with a giddy evil grin exclaimed, “You’ve been outsourced! Waa Haaa Haaa!”
The menacing iRobot sits in a pod, waiting to brush and vacuum our floors. The cat has made friends with it and sits on top of it purring. Vic, being a bit of geek, has already been thinking of special instructions he can code into it with Linux.
I can only hope that it will never be able to cook truffled egg toast. Vic says it gives us more time to “enjoy each other’s company” but I am not so sure.
My roomba is named “mr sucky”. The dog has negotiated a tenuous peace treaty with him.