Autocorr—oops!

“I’ve never been much of a texter because without my glasses, I’m hopeless with my phone. I can’t see the letters on the screen unless I hold it at arm’s length or blow up the type so big that it feels like I’m looking at an eye-exam chart.

“But lately, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that most people prefer texting rather than calling these days…even my pastor! Last month, I’d been helping him organize the seasonal rummage sale to benefit our church mission trip. I had volunteered to plan it, and he’d been texting me every few days to see how things were going.

“The day of the sale, I was at the store picking up some pricing stickers and water for the customers when I heard my phone chime. Though I didn’t have my glasses, I could make out my pastor’s number asking my ETA. I sent back a quick response that I was picking up a few things and would be there in a half hour or so. Suddenly, I heard my phone ping again.

“His response said: I’m not sure it’s that kind of sale ;). Confused, I held my arm out and reread my last message again…and almost died of embarrassment.

“I’d said, Be there in a half hour. Just picking up a few

thongs :). Suffice it to say, when I pulled into the sale, I was blushing from head to toe, but we had a good laugh. Now I’m just sticking to good oldfashioned phone calls!”