Damn You, AutoCorrect

My mom and I both just got iPhones. We are both bad at typing on iPhones. Yet for some reason my mom still insists upon having full conversations via text message instead of just calling me. This creates funny moments. Like today for example. My mom was asking me about an idea she had for work. We need Rob’s approval on this idea.

Mom: So what do you think of that?
Me: I think it’s okay. I just talked to Ron about it. * I meant to say, Rob.*
Mom: Ron who?
Me: Ugh. Robbo
Mom: Ron Robbo? What?
Me: Rob!
Mom: Oh. So is it a good idea?

By this time, I’m so annoyed that I don’t want to express my opinion anymore. Damn you, Autocorrect.

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