OK, now this is going a bit TOO far...

I was riding with a friend and neighbor in, a man of some advanced years, in his
Cadillac when we had a flat tire. Not to worry, says he, I've got "On-Star,"
and pushes a button by the rear-view mirror. A speakerphone engages and the
next thing I know, a voice says, "Hello, welcome to On-Star, my name is Barack
and I'm here to help..." My friend explains the problem and the voice says
he'll transfer him to the flat tire department. The next voice says, "Hi, my
name is Timmy, and I'm here to help. We have your location and your bank
information and are dispatching an entire team of people to help...." The next
thing I know, Barney Frank is there with a lug wrench and a bunch of people in
zhongshan suits...

HTH,
R