I went to the Verizon store to get a new phone yesterday, and while waiting for the salesperson to assist me, I browsed through the on-display iPhones. I didn’t care about how much space they held, or what sort of apps I could download — I wanted to see if anyone had texted them.
And how! Some messages were unintentional (text 1: “hey, this is Bobby,” text 2: “just realized, wrong number), others were VERY intentional, including one guy who sent a photo of his butt to the in-store phone, which, time well spent, dude. It must happen all the time, minus the butts, to every phone store; it’s a stranger leaving you a hilariously misspelled present. And it’s much better than someone mistakenly texting you on your personal phone, like the guy below, who was bombarded by dozens and dozens of messages from “Miss Taken.” Try to keep up, if you can.
The thing I like the most about “Miss Taken” is that she could be 50 years old or 90. Who knows!