Texting Trouble and What’s That You Say?

Hello folks, let’s chat… Texting is a great form of communication! Until it isn’t, amen?

It’s easy to zip a note to someone, but it’s equally easy to send the wrong message entirely, unless one habitually proof reads before hitting send. And who does that, right?

I recently ended a text conversation by sending what I thought was an emoticon of a charming little bumblebee pointing towards heaven. Fortunately, the someone was my daughter-in-law because it turns out my bumblebee was in fact making an obscene gesture! Carey knows me well enough to know we had us a break-down in communication. A sense of humor should be mandatory if we’re going to communicate in print.

Case in point. After my big Shindig the other weekend, my girlfriends and I broke down the decorations, packed up the leftovers, and headed home. We were plum tuckered out, in a good way. A short while later my BFF got a text from another of our mutual friends that was surprisingly candid.

Charlotte’s text read, “Well, I couldn’t stop on the way home. I’m a little gassy and the gas pump exploded in me.”

Red studied that a moment before she was able to compose a reply. “Charlotte!” she wrote, “I don’t even know how to respond to your explosion. All I can say is there is more room out than there is in, sister…”

The next morning, we girls had wrapped up our Sunday School lesson and were stacking up Shindig memories when the rest of the story surfaced. Apparently, Charlotte had made a for real pit stop after the Shindig to refuel her vehicle’s gas tank. And she was gassy because the pump had exploded on her, not in her. Oh, the power of a preposition.

Charlotte’s explanation cleared up other things from Charlotte’s gassy text, too, such as her instructing Red to “Tell Shellie it was lovely.” We were fairly certain she meant the event and not the explosion, but the clarification didn’t hurt.

Bottom line, pun intended, if we’re gonna let our fingers do the talking, we should probably keep closer tabs on where they’re going. And this is where all God’s children say, “Amen.”

Hugs,
Shellie

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