There's an ass for that?
Jan. 23rd, 2013 08:52 pmJust 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.
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.
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Date: 2013-01-24 05:04 am (UTC)I texted an "I love you" to my brother once, rather than my husband. Thankfully it wasn't anything more incriminating than that. :-D
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Date: 2013-01-25 04:29 pm (UTC)Cue the first ten minutes of Idiocracy...
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