Today three of my high school boys had a basketball conditioning practice dealio after school. I still had some errands to do, so I took the remainder of my tribe to Costco for gasoline AND to score on the free samples.
Just as I was at the checkout (cashing out our week's savings on necessities of chocolate chips, brownie mix and almonds), my phone started ringing. I didn't recognize the number that called (twice!) so I sent it to voice mail with a text message . . .
Here's the entire text conversation:
Me: I can't talk now, but I can text :)
Me: I can't talk now, but I can text :)
Texter: Who is this?
Me: Didn't you call me?
Texter: Nope
Me: Did you call for an inspection? Leave a VM?
I schedule home inspections for my husband and had noticed a voice mail had been left after the call was made. I checked my recent calls. I hadn't called the number - the number had called me! I was dumbfounded!
Texter: Sons
Ah, that's when I realized that my boys were texting me from someone else's phone to let me know they were finished with their practice. And then this expressive text came -
Texter: I think your sins might have called you
Wow! Major smartphone typo, and yet a lesson in disguise. I responded
Me: You are right . . .My sins are always calling me to repentance :) thx!
Texter: Yeah, . . . they just finished conditioning. Your welcome :) (sic)
I don't think my sons' friend even knew the lesson his smart phone taught me
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