Texting with strangers
So, Monday I was on my way to lunch with others from my office, and my phone buzzed. Upon reading the first text message, I wasn’t sure if I was the victim of a joke—I was, however, confident that I did not have a son. At least, not one old enough to know how to use an iPhone.
I’ve named said “son” Illegitimate Bill, and have included the conversation below. It took me a while, but I finally convinced Bill that he didn’t really know me, and that I would not be seeing him at the gym.
I sure hope he finds his father…
