Yesterday, I decided to hop in my truck and drive out to visit my mom and dad at Manorcare. During the 30 minute drive I heard the familiar ‘hoo-hoo’ alerting me that a text message had arrived. It was from my wife, didn’t appear to be an emergency, and would have to wait until I had safely reached my destination before being perused.
Upon arrival, and having parked, I quickly checked the message:
We are in the process of planning a family trip to Holiday World in Santa Clause, Indiana this coming July, and in order for us to stay reasonably close with our kids who have campers, decided to reserve some camping spaces at the renowned Lake Rudolph Campground & R.V. Resort. We don’t own a camper. Neither does Josh and Jodi. So, we thought it might be fun to rent a site with an existing super-size king RV trailer and share it with Josh, Jodi, and their girls. Claudia had just successfully drawn our lodging plans together, and I felt she deserved a special reply.
After greeting my parents, and having comfortably seated myself, I took the opportunity of the awkward silence that often occurs during these visits to craft a reply to Claudia’s message in the form of a clever and charming response that I thought she deserved for her accomplishment:
That should make her chuckle! I thought to myself, and smugly awaited her reply.
Hoo-hoo, chimed my phone before I had finished my last thought:
“Holy shit! What just happened?” I mumbled to myself as I read the unanticipated response from my daughter-in law.
“What did you say?” croaked my mother.
“Nothing Mom! Just a problem with my phone,” as I quickly thumbed to the top of the message page:
Holy shit again! I thought to myself upon discovering that this was NOT a private message thread. How stupid was that, and How do I smooth this over?
This was the best I could do:
I know. It was pretty lame, but what more could you expect from a super-sized goof anyway.
I guess I’ll have to try and be a little more careful from now on. Avoiding ribaldry would probably help too.
Grampy Lash 