Around 5pm, my phone gave the double click that signals the arrival of a text. I read the following:
“Hey hun you still coming over tonight? Cant wait to see you (:”
I puzzled over it for a moment, the only time I'm called 'hun' usually involves getting a cup of coffee and a menu. It was a area code for my state. I called, a youngish female voice answered, and I told them the text message just sent was to the wrong number. They said OK, and I thought that was that. Then, about 15 minutes later the following two texts appeared in quick succession:
“Hey babe, I know I have the right number..jessica just checked her phone to. If your out cheating on me don’t even think about comig home cause your shi”
“t will be on the porch. By the way im 3 weeks pregnant with your kid.”
Well! Who woulda thought, at my age!! I could feel my street cred rising immediately. So I did what I always do when technology and I go awry: called my oldest daughter.
She started riffing on it, imagining calling the person to welcome her to the family, on and on. There was an undertone of hilarity to her voice I found disquieting, but......
So I've changed my mind about texting, it's quite entertaining. And I'm going to call my buddy the Urologist who did a painful procedure on me 20 years ago and have a chat about outcomes.