So the Coach called awhile ago.
HIM: Did you get that text I sent you?
ME: No! You sent me a text?
HIM: I did. It took me ten minutes to write.
ME: And somehow I didn't get it!
HIM: Where did it go?
ME: To some person who's surprised you're texting them, no doubt.
Then I went on to tell him I once sent a text to a son with whom I'd had words. It was an apology text. And it simply said. "I love you, dude."
I received a response immediately. It said, "Thank you. I love you, too. Although I have absolutely no idea who you are."
Maybe my dad sent his text to that guy, as well?
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This story is the stuff of NIGHTMARES. But also funny.
I once received a text from my babysitter detailing in three full messages what a horrible parent I was because my 6-year-old had a meltdown. She had clearly intended it for her husband. I imagined her face when she realized where it actually went and decided that the act was its own revenge. Also, she now has children of her own.
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