As another year wanes, I have no doubt whatsoever about what my New Year’s resolutions should be, nor which one should top the list. I simply must begin to read my text messages before I touch “send.”
After my sister-in-law left town from her Christmas visit, I sent a simple greeting to her mother-in-law. I texted, “Say hi to Nelda for me.” Now, I’ll admit Nelda is an old-fashioned name, and maybe the modern message prediction programs on cell phones should not be expected to recognize it. But I blanched at her response.
“Who is beleaguered?” she replied. I had no idea what had happened, nor how my loving message should have become so garbled and twisted into a negative mode! In case you’re definition-challenged, “beleaguered” means “harassed, hemmed in, or under severe pressure.” Nelda is a dear, elderly widow, and I found the implication disturbing.
I hurriedly typed in my reply, this time with more care. Again, I typed N-e-l-d-a, and my idiotic phone unashamedly changed it to “beleaguered.” Thankfully, I believe my sister-in-law has a good sense of humor and enough tact not to reveal my faux pas. I’m beginning to think my smart phone is actually stupid.