There are times when I hope that I get a text message from someone I don’t know–a wrong number as it were. I imagine when it happens that I will then pretend to the be person for whom the message was intended, make up some snide response, and run with what happens. I got such a message yesterday.
My initial thought was to respond with one of the following:
1. Totally not. I went last year and it was just a bunch of stupid old men trying to sell you crap you don’t need.
2. Can’t. I’m having a bit of a moment with a lady friend, if you know what I’m saying.
3. Wait. Are you that fat dude with the bad hair?
4. Sorry. Got a Candy Crush marathon going right now. I am so kicking ass.
5. Do they have porn there?
But I didn’t. I use my cell phone for work and personal communication, so once I had this flurry of response ideas I paused. The sender might be less than appreciative of the humor I found in such shenanigans. I might get barraged with messages in the future. Tom might share my number with others and tell them all to harass me. Who knows what this Tom might be like? He might be a fruit loop. So I compromised with the message above.
It was not as funny as it might have been, but I did at least chuckle. That is something at least. And Tom found it funny. Good old Tom.