I’ve recently been engaged in a text conversation with an 8th grader. He started texting me last week, and well, he won’t stop. Because he doesn’t believe he has the wrong number. WTF? Oh, and this is on my work phone, which isn’t supposed to be able to receive or send text messages in the first place. Somehow Patrick (my texter) has found a way around that. Guess 8th grade is teaching him something — clearly not spelling, but something.
Here is the transcript so far …
Patrick: Wat up
Patrick: R u going to 8th grade game
Patrick: Hey i will help u with ur hand shake later
Me: You have the wrong number
Patrick: This is patrick how is this the wrog number
Me: You have the wrong person’s number. I am not Kale.
Patrick: Who is this
Patrick: Do you go to this skool mpjh
Me: No. I am a grown up.
Patrick: This kale i know it
Me: The only Kale I know is the vegetable
Patrick: kales a girl
Me: I suggest you find Kale and ask for her correct phone number
Patrick: how old ru
Me: That’s none ya
Me: None ya business
Me: Patrick, I am sure you are a very nice kid, but please quit texting me
Patrick: is this kale?
WTF, Patrick? I thought we already established that I’m not Kale!