I get a lot of text messages. Most of them are from twitter (*COUGH* @mchandphoto *COUGH COUGH*) (*COUGH* @failhardblog), but occasionally I get one from a real person. It’s awesome, but sometimes it’s a wrong number.
I’ll wake up, turn on my phone and I’ll get a text that says: “hey sweetie, how are ya? 
” Naturally I’m perplexed, and somewhat excited. I’ll respond with something witty, or as witty as I can muster after waking up, and then wait for a response. And the response is always the same, “who is this?” Crap. I’ll tell them and they’ll tell me they screwed up and sent the first text to the wrong person.
I don’t know why I get those, but I do. And I know you do too.
Frankly I’m surprised that those out-weigh the ones wherein the sender DOESN’T KNOW MY NAME. “Hey, is this Tom?” You mean Yom? “Oh yeah that’s what I meant lol. how ya doin buddy?” Buddy? YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME!!! “Hey Mark, it’s [whoever] from [where ever]“ It’s Mike actually. Who are you? If they tell my their name, and they’re not a girl, I’ll screw up their name. It’s fun.
-Yom
