Yesterday, at 18:35, the following text was accidentally sent to my 'phone:
Hey bbe! Its jemma taz s cuz sorry if u thought i was laughing at u erlia i wasnt it was jus bit weird how i was saying u were quite fit and then found out u were taz mate!anyway tb luv jemma xx
I've had missent voicemail calls in the past, but this is the first text message that's lost its way and dropped out of the ether and into my mobile. I find myself intrigued by the tiny dramatic snippet of other people's lives. It worries me slightly that the SMS equivalent of the transformative moment in a romantic farce - where the contrived misunderstanding that powers (and spins out) the will-they won't-they plot is resolved, and the star-cross'd couple realise they loved one another all along - has been misplaced, lost... like tears... in rain.
And the responsibility! Should I text Jemma back, explaining that I'm not the "quite fit" object of her desire, and that she needs to get hold of Taz and check his mate's number again? Or should I ignore it, clear my Text Inbox and let the little Jemma/Taz's mate text-flame die? What are my duties here, as an SMS agent of fate?
Do you have any misplaced messages that tell a story? Let's talk about texts, baybee. |
