Two of my oldest friends are here visiting from Florida. They kind of annoy me because they don’t have iPhones, but I’m surviving. I didn’t know they didn’t have iPhones and couldn’t understand why they didn’t reply to my group texts.
I hate not getting responses to my important questions. Like this:
Seriously. I hate having to text that kind of stuff twice.
Now they’re here, so I don’t have to worry about texting them. I just close my eyes when they pull out those crappy Droid things. Otherwise we’ve had a good time exploring Alaska and making fun of each other. Robyn has been texting her parents, Cheryl and Tom, giving them the play-by-play of our adventures.
I’m not the only one who gets annoyed with Robyn’s texting.
On the way back from Girdwood today Robyn’s Dad called her and said, “Hello? Can you stop texting your mom so quickly? She hasn’t had time to respond yet.”
Robyn said, “But, they’re different thoughts.”
He replied, “Well, condense them into one text and then wait for her to respond. Thanks, goodbye.”
Old people are funny.