Predictive Text Could've Killed My Dad
I may be exaggerating.
A little.
Or, a lot.
Anyway, July was a heinous and ridculous month for many, many reasons (dumped via email: check; favorite boss I've ever worked for giving notice of resignation: check; second favorite boss also resigning: check; favorite shoes broken: check)...
Slashing of the tires: check.
So, I'm driving to work and noticing the car pulling slightly to the left...
Then the noise started...
Then the bad noise started and I steered into a parking lot.
A lovely fellow stopped to help(thank you, Universe, for doing SOMETHING redeeming -- until this guy turns out to be a serial killer that comes and tries to filet me later) - and though I can change a tire on my own, I accepted assistance as my dress wasn't my best "getting greasy and yucky" outfit.
Aaaaaanyway, I sent a venting text message to my father. It read, "Tire slashed in front of house."
*send*
Eventually realized that predictive text had changed my message.
"Tits slashed in front of house."
Whoops. Sorry for any unnecessary concern I may have caused you, Dad.
....and, I guess July could've been worse. I'd much rather have slashed tires than slashed tits.
A little.
Or, a lot.
Anyway, July was a heinous and ridculous month for many, many reasons (dumped via email: check; favorite boss I've ever worked for giving notice of resignation: check; second favorite boss also resigning: check; favorite shoes broken: check)...
Slashing of the tires: check.
So, I'm driving to work and noticing the car pulling slightly to the left...
Then the noise started...
Then the bad noise started and I steered into a parking lot.
A lovely fellow stopped to help(thank you, Universe, for doing SOMETHING redeeming -- until this guy turns out to be a serial killer that comes and tries to filet me later) - and though I can change a tire on my own, I accepted assistance as my dress wasn't my best "getting greasy and yucky" outfit.
Aaaaaanyway, I sent a venting text message to my father. It read, "Tire slashed in front of house."
*send*
Eventually realized that predictive text had changed my message.
"Tits slashed in front of house."
Whoops. Sorry for any unnecessary concern I may have caused you, Dad.
....and, I guess July could've been worse. I'd much rather have slashed tires than slashed tits.