Have you ever accidentally sent a text message to the wrong person? I’m proud to say that I have been a cell phone user for close to eleven years and have never slipped up once.
That is, until now.
It all started when I went into the city for a quick haircut. I spent the morning doing homework, cleaning the apartment, getting a quick manicure, grabbing a coffee, all before heading off to my appointment at one o’clock. My best friend Reagan, who is the other half to my Dolly, has cut my hair for years, and I couldn’t wait to see her and let her work her magic on my mop of a head.
When I got to my appointment, we chatted away for an hour, and by the end of it I left with an amazing haircut. I looked down at my watch and realized it was two o’clock, and that I had promised Matt I would be home for the dry cleaning delivery at three. As I hurried to get to the subway, I thought to myself, “I should really send Reagan a text and tell her how much I love my new ‘do,” but then I immediately thought, “I’ve also got to text Matt and tell him about running late.” As my mind was racing, I happened to walk passed a pet store that had incredibly cute puppies playing in the window, and I couldn’t resist whipping out my phone for a quick picture to send to my mom and Matt. One text to Matt turned into a full on conversation, and pretty soon I had nearly two conversations going. Oh, and did I mention that I stopped to get a frozen yogurt and was eating all at the same time?
Do you sense the disaster coming?
I got to the subway, tossed my empty cup into the garbage, swiped my metro card, and realized I never texted Reagan. “Fudge,” I thought, so I whipped my phone out of my bag, and began texting her. Before I could send it, a message came through from my husband. It was a hilarious text message, and I couldn’t resist responding with a (AHHH-HMMM) inappropriate response. I wrote him back, then I wrote Reagan back, and hopped on the train. It wasn’t until we were under ground, and without service that I realized I made a huge mistake.
I had sent Reagan the text message that was for my husband.
I seriously could have died right then and there…and NO, I’m not going to tell you what the text said. Use your imagination.
I got off the train, and braced myself for a response from Reagan. I knew that she would probably find it hilarious, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing. I waited for the beep to come through, telling me that I had a text message, but there was nothing…crickets, rather. I got back to my apartment and waited and waited, but still nothing. After a while, I figured that she was trying to save me the embarrassment and just not respond at all. I forgot about, did some more homework, and then at nine o’clock my phone buzzed.
She didn’t say much, but just simply responded with…
But that wasn’t all.
When I plugged my phone in to charge it before bed, I noticed a peculiar icon in the upper left hand corner. “Strange,” I thought, “what does that mean?” I started playing around with my phone, and tried to make the symbol go away. Soon I realized that the icon meant that there was a failed text message to someone. I scrolled through my latest conversations, but couldn’t find whose message hadn’t been received. That is, until I discovered that the unreceived message was to my mom. I figured it must have been the picture of the cute puppy from the pet store, right?
It was the same message that I sent to Reagan. I had hit reply all.
Yes, that happened.
Luckily, and may I add that I’m not a super lucky person, the inappropriate message didn’t go through to my mom, and I felt like the luckiest son of a gun ever.
I think if you’ve learned anything from this tale of the text mishap, it’s that you shouldn’t be multitasking a hundred and one things all at once. Also, in other news, I’m about to throw my phone out the window and get a new one.
What about you? Have you ever had a text mishap? (Please make me feel better.)