So a couple days ago, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business when I got a text message on my phone.
“Heyyyyyyyyy!!! Its Jordyyyynnnn!”
Great, I thought to myself. Spam has reached the world of text messaging. I ignored it, but about 10 seconds later, I got another one.
“Its me Jordyn!!!!”
Thinking that whoever was sending the texts might continue to do so (and that it might make good blog fodder), I decided I should reply, not knowing then that I was about to engage in what turned out to be a hilarious (at least to me) string of texts.
Me: I think you have the wrong number.
Her: Noooooo [what is it with all the extra letters?] you know me. Its Jordyyyyyyyyyn!
Me: I do? Then who am I?
Her: Your Christian B! idk how to spell ur last name lol
Me: not so much.
Her: not so much what?
Me: that is not my name. you have the wrong number.
Her: No I dont. your christian! Perry gave me ur #.
Me: i don’t know perry either, unless you are referring to the platypus on Phineas and Ferb.
Her: yes you do. perry gave me ur ####. she is texting the same number and I know its u!!!! If ur not christian who are you then?
Me: I am a 30yo mother of two in ohio. I assure you I am not Christian. Or Perry. Or a platypus.
Her: I never thought you were a platapus thank you very much!!!
At this point I was cracking up, and I was also driving home from work so I didn’t respond to the text, and I figured I had heard the last from my friend. But I was wrong.
Her: I know your Christian… how else would I have gotten this number?
Me: I promise you I am not Christian. But I am a blogger, and this exchange is going to make a seriously funny post.
Her: I am really sorry, this number works from my friends phone. It wont happen again.
That’s right! Mess with me, and I will blog about you!
So anyway, Jordyn, I have a couple pieces of advice for you. A) Get some manners. If someone tells you you have the wrong number, believe her. Apologize and don’t call/text/picture message that number again. B) Let me introduce you to my friend, the apostrophe. It’s “it’s,” not “its,” and “you’re,” not “your.” And especially not “ur.” The apostrophe is also helpful in showing possession, as in “my friend’s phone.” Make sense? Finally, C) if this is what you do at 5:00 in the afternoon, make sure you never, ever drunk dial.
Really?! You tell the girl she has the wrong number and she says “NO I DON’T” ???!!!! Really?! As Bugs Bunny would say, what a maroon.
Oh my gosh, Emily, this is hilarious! And the funniest part is that you kept responding – I love it!!
I too fear for America’s youth…at a high school everyday…quite the future we have…no one can spell, thanks to texting, no one reads, no one can get a belt in all tha pants loops, no one can keep their pants up high enough to keep from getting arrested…it’s FRIGHTENING!!
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OMG, it’s too funny! Gotta love kids today, seems like they are pretty ballsy. I swear I’m the last person on God’s green earth to have texting. However, we went through this same kind of thing at about 4:00 in the morning. Our phone rang, when we explained to the people calling (who were obviously having a party) that it was the wrong number, they still ended up calling 3 more times.
Paybacks are a Biz-itch. I called them at 8:00 in the morning! How do ya like me now!! LOL
Hello is Amanda there?
BTW… I think you should meet this chick at North McDonalds!!!
It’s meeeeeeeeeeeeee Alllllex.
Tee hee, you don’t know me either.
I’ve had someone’s phone text me, with no messages mind you, about 120 times in a row once. Technology is super.
Seriously? She didn’t think you were a platypus? Maybe there’s hope for her yet… but I doubt it.
I’m so glad I’m not the only person to find text-speak annoying. I especially find it irritating when the message is from an adult. But I agree, it’s scary that someone who can’t write a complete and proper sentence is the future of the world!
Hilarious post, by the way…
HILARIOUS!!!!! I don’t understand all the extra letter either?
Ha! My number was recycled too quickly and I used to get tons of texts for “Mandy.”
If I was bored, I’d play along for awhile.
They usually got confused when I mentioned “my kids.”
“What? You have kids?”
“Yeah, two of them.”
“REALLY? How did that happen?”
“Uh….if I need to explain the birds and the bees to you, you have other issues!”
Sometimes, if I was REALLY bored (like stuck at my kids’ play rehearsals) I’d have them going for 30 minutes! LOL!
Thank goodness for unlimited texting!
LOL!!! Funny stuff! I’ve had the same thing happen to me a few years ago!