My “Damn You Auto Correct” moment.
09.29.2012 § Leave a comment
I’ve once texted a coworker asking her to tell another coworker that I had her “thongs” instead of her “things.” Confusing for all parties involved, I know.
But that was at least a conversation with someone who understands auto correct.
This time, auto correct failed me with my mom. I’m the blue bubble.
And it’s not like what I texted was so overly embarrassing. I just find it humorous that my mom obviously doesn’t understand that the “******” are used for when you try to correct something you mistyped. And I know this was for sure the case because, when I talked to her the next day, she said that she thought the asterisks were there to emphasize how nice the nude run was.
I guess now that I really think about it, should I be more worried that she wasn’t shocked by my text, and instead just started asking questions?