Have you ever sent a text to the wrong person?

Text messages are like missles.  They have intended targets but sometimes they become misguided and land in the wrong hands.   I have received a few that were misguided and they can be very funny.  Well one night, I had a misguided missle.  A missle I needed to get back before it hit its target. 


 While sitting at an event, I sent a text message to one of my best friends.  She is the kind of person that always answers quickly and I expected a quick response.  Well, I waited and waited and my cell phone never let out the beautiful DING that lets me know I have  a new message.  Getting a little impatient, I picked up my phone to check and  to see if a message was waiting.   I slid the button to unlock the face.  No text message.  I tapped the green button to see if I had sent the text message and WHAT DID I SEE?  I HAD sent the text message.  I had sent the text message  to the wrong person.  A person I had no desire to read what I had sent.  OHHH the feeling of embarassment.  A person who was across the room and busy. Ah Ha. Thoughts began spinning in my head of retrieveing that text message before it wound up in the wrong hands. 

My first thought was where exactly was this person's cell phone.  Was it in his pocket? Was he going to able to check it in just a second?   Was the cell phone  in his office and it would be a while before he could check it?   Was it in his car?  I walked across the room and took careful inventory of this person's entire appearance.  There was nothing about his clothing that bulked out like a cell phone.  The cell phone was probably in another room. I walked over to a friend  that had a set of keys to this other room and asked him if I could borrow the keys.  He dangled them out for me to take.   Quickly I snatched the  keys that would let me into an office where the phone was probably stored.  Walking as quickly as I could I got to the door and preceded to unlock it.  The problem was I was now so nervous about getting the text message back-I couldn't get the door unlock.  This nervousness increased my need to go to the bathroom.  So now I am wiggly and squatting trying to keep from peeing all over myself and stabbing the door knob.  Finally I get in.  No time to lose, I hit the bathroom inside the office.  That problem taken care of, I now had to find the cell phone.  I look around on desk tops and pay dirt-there was the cell phone.  NOT!  It was someone else's phone.  " Ok Ok what do I do now?  Do I look in the drawers for the phone? Not a good idea."  I lock the door and leave to return the keys. 

Upon returning the keys I stood against a wall eyes glued on the non-intended recepient.   I am now breathing deep breaths trying to figure out how I am ever going to find this  .cell phone and delete any messages.  I rock from one foot to another. I panic and  start sweating.  Finally my eyes catch his.  I scream, "Where is your cell phone?" He pats his pockets and looks at the table behind me.  He walks over reaches behind my head and says "right here and hands me his phone. "  I guess he thought I needed to use the phone so I took it.  I slid the unlock button, and yep there it was-the misguided text message.  Quickly I slid the word delete and  POOF it was gone.  Big sigh of relief.