“Check this out. ” The text began.
Line after line I scrolled through her response.
Weird. She never texted me this much. It was especially weird because all I’d done was thank her… A little further down the text read. “I didn’t tell you that story yesterday for you to recap my selfishness in your text today..”
Shaking my head I responded. Sorry. Just trying to thank you.”
Immediately her response lit up the screen. “I don’t see how. Perhaps you should reread the crap you wrote…”
CRAP? What the heck. Impatiently I scrolled back to the thank you text I’d sent earlier. “Thanks for sharing your story with me yesterday…definitely was being selfish and self focused instead of loving….”
I started laughing. I’d forgotten a few pronouns. I dialed her as fast as possible.
“Hello?” Her voice growled.
“I”m sorry, I meant to write I was being selfish….That text was my attempt to thank you for helping me see through your story how selfish I was being. But I forgot a few pronouns. What I meant to say was I was being selfish and self focused instead of loving….” I explained.
“I was like whatcha talking about, sister. Here I tell you a story to help you wake up to your own unconsciousness and you send me a recap in the morning agreeing with me and telling me how selfish I’d been….”
Hooting. I shook my head.
Snorting she laughed from her belly.
“I hate texting.” I admitted.
“It’s especially bad when cryptic and code like…”
“Whatcha talking about sister? ” I hooted.
Laughing she admitted, “I was like- the nerve of that girl…”
Crossing my legs I prayed God would not allow me to wet my pants on the drive to work.
“Let’s try to make sure next time we thank one another it’s doesn’t turn into a fight….” She chided.
Smiling I responded. “Whatcha talking about?”
Whatcha Talking About. Text Misunderstanding