Things that go boo!

Incoming Message:
August 29, 2010 4:41pm
810-941-XXXX
>>Hey boo its desmine (Creepy crawlyy


Who was this this desmine in Michigan and why was he sending me a text on my phone?  I scanned my brain, Creepy crawlyy, Creepy crawlyy...

With so many messages flying around the world it is only natural some deviate from their intended course.  I guess it is the modern equivalent of a letter miss-sent.  The kind that shows up in your mail box and you are immediately consumed with guilt.  Should you: return to sender, try to find the right person or trash it?  It seems somehow computer communication has intensified the problem.  Now the single miss-key of a digit or a letter can make all the difference.

I remember once sitting in the office in a base camp in Trinidad, Bolivia.  I was stationed with an agent and earlier in the day another agent had sent me a highly critical email concerning him.  I can't remember why I copied it but I did and pasted it in another location.  A few hours later I heard the victim of the criticism cry out, "That son of a bitch!"

"What happened?" I asked as the agent sat in front of the computer.  

"I don't know what happened," he said. "I just pushed some key and this came up." 

Oh did I ever have to eat crow on that one.




Some where around five AM I rolled over and checked the time on my phone.  I noticed another message sent the previous night.

Incoming Message:
810-941-XXX

August 29, 2010 10:13pm
Wats up
 (Creepy crawlyy


There he was again, desmine, I was suddenly on a first name basis.  I felt kind of bad for the guy.  I mean already he was trying to meet a woman, I assume it was a woman, with the moniker Creepy Crawlyy, but it wasn't even getting to his intended recipient.   

With sleepy eyes I typed desmine a response.

Outgoing Message:
August 30, 2010 5:47 AM
Hey dez, I think you have a wrong number.  I am a 43 year old white guy and I have never been called boo.

I thought of the recent message my wife had attempted to send by text to the telephone of my former neighbor.  The neighbor, once married to a man had recently departed for a woman.  My wife wanted to let her know there was a pride festival this weekend.  It was most unfortunate when the husband returned the message, this is not my wife, it is me.


Or my recent attempt to chide a school teacher friend about his great fortune in a summer break and his need to get a real job and return to work.  Unfortunately it was sent to another teacher with a similar name whom was momentarily insulted.  Another explanation and dose of crow later I assured him I have nothing but the highest respect for teachers.

Incoming Message:


810-941-XXXX
August 30, 22010 9:03 AM
Mi bad (Creepy crawlyy

Funny thing is, I kind of miss Creepy Crawlly... didn't seem like a bad guy or ahem... girl?

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