Certain Man and Certain Man’s Wife have been old sticks in the mud when it come to their flip phones. There never was any reason to change. The phones had been loyal, dependable and very sturdy friends. CMW actually washed hers in the washing machine. One time a whole cycle. But it was put into the rice remedy and continued to work without complaint.
However, the offspringin’s prevailed upon their parents and offered help and assistance and both Certain Man and his wife became to owners of one of the smart phones– something “6-ish.” (CMW honestly does not know its proper name.)
Anyhow, said phone has proven to be very helpful in the many messages to siblings and offspringin’s and keeping up with things when CMW was away from home. And she was especially delighted with the way there were suggestions for words across the top of the screen when she was messaging, because it cut down on the time considerably. A great invention, indeed. She came to rely heavily upon the given suggestions.
With Sweet Mama being so sick, and a history of things being needed, it came to pass that CMW had the cell number of the beloved family Doctor. On rare occasions, she would employ this for things that were needed at inopportune times, and this morning was one of those times. She texted a message to Dr. Wilson, and about a half an hour later, her texted back a short, but very welcome, “DONE.”
Now CMW does not take such things for granted, and so she texted back, “Thanks, Dr. Wilson. YOU DA BEST!!!”
At least that was what she thought she had texted.
The morning wore on, there was laundry to do, other messages to field and then there was the time when she suddenly noticed the text that she had actually sent to the good physician.
“Thanks, Dr. Wild One. YOU DA BEST!!!”
Oh, dear!!! Oh, Dear!!! Oh, Dear!!!
She still thinks the good doctor is one of the best, but “Wild” is not a word that would be appropriate for this particularly steady, southern Delaware family doctor.
CMW is going to just blame it on that smarty-pants phone.