Last Monday I decided I didn’t feel like going to my pilates class. I knew it was a bit rude to just not turn up and thought I should text Veronica, the instructor, to let her know I wasn’t coming. I found her number in my phone (listed under Veronica), texted her and apologised; and was a little surprised that she didn’t reply, but soon forgot about it.
On Wednesday I was going to miss it again because I was taking Vindoo for his measles shot. Again, I texted her to let her know I wouldn’t make it. Again, there was no reply. I was a bit worried that maybe she was pissed off as she only runs her classes if there’s a certain amount of people.
This Monday (day before yesterday), I texted again asking if the class was on and was there space for me. I had checked that all my messages had been delivered, but thought maybe she had travelled for the summer (she is due to leave soon, but doesn’t know when exactly). Needless to say, I got no reply.
Meanwhile, someone kept flashing me. No, no – not *that* kind of flashing! Over here, when someone flashes you, they give you a missed call. It’s very irritating, it’s usually so they save their own money and you spend yours calling them back. Anyway, so someone kept flashing me – and I ignored it because I thought it was a particular person that I was trying to avoid.
Eventually, I got a text message from ‘the flasher’. It said (word for word and yes, all in CAPS):
HLLO PLS I D’T NO U, MY NAME NO B VERONICA STOP DISTOPING ME WITH MESSAG, THANKS, FROM IFE. GOOD DAY
I had been sending texts to the wrong number (which was reconfirmed when I found Veronica’s business card).
Oops. Oh well…