A school mum friend of mine, let’s call her Rachel, recently had a text message from another of the school mums (who we’ll call Clare), inviting her on an evening out to celebrate her 40th birthday. Nothing strange in that, you might think, except that Clare hasn’t spoken to Rachel for several months, has unfriended her on Facebook and has actively avoided any contact with her at all, subsequent to Rachel’s request that Clare’s child stop knocking on her front door and running away.
So Rachel was more than a little surprised when she received this text invitation.
Her husband and I were both convinced that Clare had sent the text to the wrong person (particularly as she has a close friend, also called Rachel), and Rachel eventually replied to the text thanking her for the invitation, saying she was a bit surprised to have received it and was it definitely meant for her?
Five hours later (a telling timelapse, methinks), the reply came back that yes, it was indeed meant for Rachel. What else could she say? No, I sent it to the wrong person? Awkward. Anyway, Rachel politely declined. (Clare and her mates are not a bunch of girls whose idea of a good night out necessarily coincides with Rachel’s (or indeed mine): we don’t feel the need to go out dressed like Katie Price and exchange phone numbers with other men, while our husbands stay at home and look after the kids. But that’s a whole other blog post.)
Anyway, we all remained absolutely certain that the text was sent to the wrong Rachel.
And it’s so easy to do, isn’t it? Send a text to the wrong person, I mean. Or an email.
I was texting back and forth the other night with a friend about I’m A Celeb, which was on TV at the time. During our text conversation, I received and replied to another text from a different friend. Then I managed to send another text about I’m a Celeb to the second friend, rather than the first. Easily done, and no problem, as it was totally innocuous.
Though sometimes it can all be horribly embarrassing.
Several years ago, I was working in a big, open plan office with a bunch of girls (mostly younger than me), and it was quite bitchy. I knew perfectly well that a couple of them used to fire emails back and forth between them about me, due to the giggling and sly looks that went on constantly. Anyway, one day, one of them sent an email about me, to me by mistake.
I can’t even remember what it said now, but it was bloody funny to watch her total embarrassment at the time. Luckily I have a fairly thick skin and couldn’t have cared less what she or her silly friend thought about me, but I really enjoyed watching them squirming for the rest of the day!