Before I launch into this story, here’s a little disclaimer: nearly a year ago, a girl who (based on the contents of her messages) is in middle school texted me thinking I was her friend Paige. I informed her that I was not her friend on two separate occasions. Despite my best efforts, she still hasn’t changed my number in her phone or something, so the wrong messages keep happening. They’re pretty hilarious and have become a favorite on my Facebook page, so I decided to share in case you were in need of a laugh. I never initiate the conversations and don’t do anything spiteful or weird, just a little harmless fun. So don’t call Chris Hansen on me or anything. Here are the results of these exchanges. I cropped the text to protect the phone number of the guilty. It all started off like this:
Okay, so fast forward to a few months later (she’s already been told I’m not Paige on two different occasions) and then this conversation happens:
A few months later came this little chat:
After several months without contact, last night I got this message:
In my defense, I tried to correct this girl twice. I never initiate the conversations. Also, it’s kind of hilarious and I can’t resist playing along. Hey, if she didn’t correct her address book after two separate exchanges where she found out she had the wrong number, not my fault. What actually concerns me more is that I am apparently convincing enough to fit in with these middle school kids. Do I talk like a middle schooler? I mean I know I’m not old, but I’ve been out of middle school for a while. And things are different now. MySpace hadn’t even come out when I was in middle school (thank God) and Facebook was still years away from taking over the planet! I guess I’m just young at heart. Or I’m really down with the lingo that the kids are using today, you know? On another note, I kind of feel bad for Paige. This girl only texts me every few months, which means that she doesn’t care about Paige’s friendship THAT much. Ugh, overanalyzing this situation takes the funny out. No more of that.
Oh, and how can I forget this text message that I received from yet another random person who thought my phone number belonged to someone else:
I would say that I can only imagine who had my phone number before me butttt I’ve had this number since I was 12.
Wrong number texts are the best.