Caroline was having trouble with a guy at work. He kept asking her out, and she kept refusing, because after all, she loved her husband. Then she went on a business trip. That night in her hotel bedroom she sat down to text her husband. ‘ Miss you darling. Love you. Xxx.’ And then she clicked the wrong button and sent it to the guy at work.
I once texted a friend of mine who happens to be black. When I looked at what I had written I was horrified to see that autocorrect had changed his name to ‘Darkie’! I quickly wrote a scrambled apology only to discover that autocorrect had changed his name again, this time to ‘Chalkie’! Fortunately my friend found the whole episode amusing.
The thought of doing that just makes my toes curl. It’s the sort of thing that, days and weeks later, makes you suddenly whimper on buses. Good job your friend had a sense of humour.
Worst nightmare come true!
Glad you liked it!
Oooooooh. Sucktown, population you, girlfriend.
what a brilliant way of putting it!
Ouch!
Indeed. Actually I was inspired by your flash fiction. Thought I’d see how short a story I could write.
I’m fattened! I mean flattened! I mean flattered!
It used to be many a slip twixt tongue and lip….but now……let your finger do the talking.
xxx Hugs Galore xxx
Or maybe not let your fingers out without appropriate health and safety training! xx
Yikes. The dangers of texting.
Yes. Terrible invention. 🙂
Subconsciously she had X on her mind more than she had Xxx
Ha ha!