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Just one of those days in the parental communication department.

There's no nice way to put this: Emily's dealing with a sore in a place you don't want to be sore.  She called Dr. Mom, who recommended a product that, apparently, she could not find within the local Wegmans empire- but which Eleanor had a bottle of.  She asked me to bring it to the child, so I grabbed it this morning and took it in my Rochester travels.

When I finished my day of appointments and meetings and such, I texted Le Child, saying something along the lines of

I have your [name of product]. Is somebody home?

Only within a mile of their apartment did I get a response- and it wasn't from her. No, it was from a client- one of the few to use text messaging as a regular means of communication. Client's response was to the point:

WHAT?!?

I swear the screen had Em's last text to me when I started, but who knows?

So I retexted the right party and got her her needed medicinal item.

Suffice it, this gave all new meaning to the term "butt dialing."

Gnite.

Date: 2013-01-24 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stress-kitten.livejournal.com
Hehe... I'm assuming the client got an "My apologies. That message was intended for a family member." text.

I texted an "I love you" to my brother once, rather than my husband. Thankfully it wasn't anything more incriminating than that. :-D

Date: 2013-01-24 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angledge.livejournal.com
Is it Butt Paste?? I say the mysterious product is Butt Paste.

Date: 2013-01-25 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainsblog.livejournal.com
Some kind of Tea Tree. One of those many mystical products in the loo we guys don't understand.

Date: 2013-01-25 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bill_sheehan.livejournal.com
Sorry about your embarrassment, but you've got to admit, it's a hilarious story.

Date: 2013-01-25 04:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainsblog.livejournal.com
It was more embarrassing to the kid, I thought, and she didn't seem to care. They text far worse things than butt sores, I suppose.

Date: 2013-01-25 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bill_sheehan.livejournal.com
Let's look ahead 30 years or so. Texts, tweets, and Facebook statuses are regularly mined to vet candidates for political office. The Illiterate Imbecile party gains prominence as having the only candidates who haven't embarrassed themselves with ancient texts.

Cue the first ten minutes of Idiocracy...

Date: 2013-01-25 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tilia-tomentosa.livejournal.com
LOL I hope the client didn't run away in horror from you.

Date: 2013-01-25 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainsblog.livejournal.com
Fortunately, I didn't go into the specifics of the "stuff' in the text. Nor will I. Ever.

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