One really cool thing about technology is it can bring people together. Via X-Box, my son can play his favorite video games with his cousins in West Virginia and they can spend the whole time talking thanks to the magical Internet. It's really kind of cool and makes video game time family time too.
Technology is not always great, however.
My son uses my cell phone to text message his cousin to see if he wants to play World at War with him. He sends a real simple message with guy language. It reads "World at War?"
Obviously he has mistyped the phone number at least twice because just a few minutes ago an angry lady called my cell phone.
"Who is this?" She asked my son, who answered my cell phone. He saw the 304 area code and figured it was family.
My son just looked at me blankly and I heard the lady repeat again "Who is this?"
I grabbed the phone and the lady asked "Why do you keep texting my husband? What is this World at War stuff anyway?"
I tried to explain, but Angry Lady interrupted.
"Stop texting this phone right now."
"Ma'am," I said, with a southern drawl to make it sound more friendly. "World at War is a video game and my son was just trying to text his cousin to see if he wanted to play. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
Then I hung up because I can only take so much verbal abuse.
Still one minute later, she texts my phone with a "Stop texting this phone right now!" message.
Okay, Angry Lady. Message received. It won't happen again.
Take Away Lesson #1: Don't jump to conclusions. Next time you get a message that states "World at War?" it might be a friendly invitation to play a game, not a command to start a world-wide military campaign.
Take Away Lesson #2: If you respond to a message from a Georgia phone number, it might be a fellow West Virginian you're talking to, so cut us some slack, okay?
Accidents happen, even in this technologically advanced world.
Just read already!
13 years ago
2 comments:
Thanks for your comment on my blog!
My mom was born in Welch WVA, and even though she has lived in KY longer than she lived in West Viriginia, she still tells people that she is originally from West Virginia.
One a Mountaineer, always a Mountaineer!
Sounds like the text I got from some random teenager who was convinced we had hooked up at the Quick Trip. Um, yeah. I can't even hook up with my husband. Poor, delusional boy.
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