Before I had an iPhone, I had read this David Pogue column with some amusement.
Now that I have an iPhone, the amusement is very real.
This morning my wife texted me with a comment about my son whose initials are CJG. Her sentence began, “VHF….”
I was momentarily puzzled, as my older son should have been when I texted him during a recent Rays-Yankees game with a comment about Derek Jeter. The sentence began, “Heterosexual….”
I’m not making this up.
And then yesterday, watching former Rays pitcher Scott Kazmir (nickname ‘Kaz’) load the bases for the Rays, I hopefully (misplaced, as the Rays failed to capitalize) texted my son, “Kaz’s being Kaz” which he would have understood had he not received this message:
“Nazi’s being Kaz.”
Jenny
I have SO many stories like that.
Mostly I just sound like an idiot in my text’s to my husband requesting grocery items like:
fat freeze cheddar
Pests – instead of Pesto
Cascade – which is known as a dish detergent faithfully brought home by my husband when I WANTED Cascadia Farms cereal.
etc…etc…etc…
Randy Greenwald
Oh, but what we might be able to do with ‘fat freeze’ cheddar!
I’ll work up a marketing campaign immediately.