Cross wires
I embrace technology, but I have a new pet peeve: text messaging.
Why would anyone use their cell phone to communicate with another cell phone any other way than verbally? Think about it. You have to fatfinger your alphabet using the number pad. Isn’t it easier to just speed dial who ever you wanted to talk to in the first place?
Here are a few situations where cell2cell text messaging may be appropriate:
I’m 13 and in Mr. Hanson’s social studies class thinking about that dreamy Sean. I can’t wait to kiss him. Rather than wait until after class to drop a note in his locker (the 1977 way to flirt), I’ll send him a text message when Mr. Hanson isn’t looking. “S, I miss u. X0X0, M.”
I’m 24 and a little stoned and I’m at an outdoor festival trying to find my friends who said they’d be in front of the Dave Matthews stage. I can’t hear anything, so I text message my friends, “Yo dood, where r u? Waiting at purple umbrella.”
I’m 40 and unhappily married. I don’t want to call my mistress because my wife can check recent calls when I’m sleeping. I text message the bimbo instead, “Baby, thinking of u. Can’t wait to see u again.” When my wife asks me what I’m doing on my cell, I reply, “playing a game.”
Other than variations of those three scenarios, I just don’t get cell2cell text messaging. Call me and let’s talk about it.