Communication in the 21st Century

Talking to Melissa,

 
“I heard from my secret admirer today.”

 

“Oh Yeah?  Did he email you?”

 

“No, he texted me.”

 

“Wait a sec.  He has your telephone number?  How’d he get that?”

 

“That’s how he’s contacted me.  I’ve told you about this.”

 

“No, you told me about a guy who contacted you on email or through your blog.”

 

“Oh.  Well the cute guy who follows my Twitter account does follow my blog.  I’m still confused about that because I did set-up a Twitter account so I could follow my friend Patti, but don’t think I’ve ever used it.  I don’t know how to use it for that matter.  And I’m way too wordy for a paltry 140 character format. But this is another guy.”

 

“Who called you on your phone?”

 

“No, who texted me on my phone with a photo of the Rogue Brewery.  I figured it was a wrong number and didn’t respond the first couple times.  But then I remembered I bought a new phone but the old one was too antiquated to transfer my contacts and I had to do it manually.  I supposed my secret admirer was a contact from the old phone that didn’t get transferred.   So I asked him who he was.”

 

“And he said?”

 

“His name was Troy and he was a super stalker.  I figured if someone was really stalking me, he wouldn’t out and out say so.  Also now that my texter knew I didn’t know who he was, he was going to tease me with random hints.“

 

“You’re an idiot.”

 

“No doubt.  I was waiting for another clue.  And I got a photo of a mountain shot which I deduced to be a pass in the Cascade range, mainly because of Ponderosa Pines and the guy’s 541 area code.  So I responded something to that effect.”

 

“And?”

 

“Nothing.  A few days passed.  Then today I got another photo, this one snapped against glass, which on closer inspection showed the reflection of a man wearing a baseball hat holding a camera. “

 

“So could you see who he was?”

 

“No.  But no reason to let him know that.  So I texted ‘Ah, so that’s who you are.’ And got an almost instant response.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“That he just realized he’d been texting the wrong person, that his name is TROY, and he apologized for disturbing me!  Which I found uproariously funny.  The only mystery remaining is how he figured out I wasn’t whoever he thought I was…”

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