As most of you know, I embrace technology. I am always online; paying bills, booking hotel rooms, reading reviews, and so on. I recently learned that now I can deposit a check via my iphone. Deposit a check! Pretty soon I will be a recluse. Cashing checks was one of the few things left that made me go out in to the real world.
But one technology I have not embraced is texting. I mean...emailing is easier, cheaper, faster, etc. A phone call relays the message more quickly and is more personal. We all know I hate the phone, but for a while I would rather call someone than use my thumbs and the cumbersome numerical keyboard to communicate with people.
Not to mention I think people who texts while driving are moronic idiots who should be banned from the planet. [Really I think I am going to die in a crash where the other driver was texting because I feel really really fiery about this issue. It's personal people, use your brain, it's my life..your dang texting can wait]
But! Everyone in the entire world communicates almost exclusively by texting. So...I ordered 200 texts a month. But pretty soon I learned that wasn't enough if I am to maintain friendships, serve in my church, manage my Texas property and pretty much to simply live my life. So last month I upped it up to 1500 texts a month.
Not one day in to my new found freedom to text at will (except while driving, obviously), I was able to recall another reason that I hate texting. You may recall that I also hate proofreading, and not proofreading + texting turns out to be a potent combination for disaster. And though it isn't nearly as hilarious as what happened to Kate, Lately. Here was my recent texting debacle.
I was texting my renters and trying to ask them about our garage door (which incidentally collapsed again...is it normal to have to spend hundreds of dollars on a garage door every few months? Mercy me)
I was trying to text this...
"Is the garage door working better? That door is nothing but trouble!"
My renter normal texts back after a few moments but about after an hour I went back and reread my text, which read...
"Is the sage door working better? Thyroid is nothin but trouble!"
What the heck were they supposed to respond to that?
I hate texting. Have I mentioned that?