Every few weeks I get a text from some mystery person who fat-fingered their phone. Because I'm nice, I usually tell them they've got the wrong number.
Then they proceed to tell me I'm full of shit. In those exact words.
Every. Single. Time.
I mean, why is it so hard to believe you got the wrong number? People have been dialing wrong numbers since the phone was invented.
Are there that many people that think the person they're texting is screwing with them? I'd really like to know the psychology behind that kind of narcissism.
Although, it’s usually kids, which may explain it. It's pretty obvious by the manner of text:
“Yo Tyler. U R a dik. Dont call me. I h8 u.”
Anyway, after I make it known I'm not “Tyler”, they've got the wrong number, blah blah blah....the mystery moron will continue to text me about their after school activities, party tonight, or how so-n-so is a slut.
Mostly I ignore it and they give up. I guess I was bored today. I tried telling this chick she had the wrong number but she didn't believe me. As usual. So I figured I'd have some fun.
Seriously. The fact that I text in whole words (mostly) isn't a dead giveaway that I'm a grown-up?
I find it hilarious how the conversation dissolves into name calling by the person who texted me, even though I said nothing mean or derogatory. Actually, I think I was very upbeat and pleasant.
p.s. Since I couldn't very well take a picture of my text conversation (well, I probably could, but I don't want to download the app, and let's just not go there) The graphic above was created at this website:
You just type in your conversation and it'll spit out an iphone simulation. Cool!