Like Ordering a Pizza

I needed to book my babysitter for this Friday. She's a busy girl. I called her cell phone, she had switched service providers. I called her house, I left a message with her Dad. I really needed to book a sitter before I could confirm my plans. I needed to confirm my plans to proceed. She called me back, I was in the shower. She left her new cell number. By the time I got the message, she was in school and I was in work. I would not be able to confirm my plans until after 3pm. This was unacceptable.

Then, I had an idea.

I sent her a text message. I almost never send text messages. I never think to. But a text message was the perfect means for communicating with a 17 year old as she changes classes.

"BBsit G-Man Fri?"

Fifteen minutes later... "Think so, chk sched, time?"

"8ish"

"Sounds home to ne."

I confirmed my plans. I feel so Paris Hilton.

Comments

[Christine]

Oh you're not Paris Hilton until you start sending picture and video messages. :)

[Damon]

*chokes on his beer* lol