Hey, do you know Even?
Another wrong text, this time form someone in the 253 area code, which puts her around Tacoma or, excitingly possible, the Fife or Federal Way area. Perchance Puyallup? Either way, it does crack me up, that unlike phone calls, people are far more used to texting until they figure out whether they know someone or not. In this instance, we see if the texter knows Even, the central character in the previous wrong text.
253-xxx-xxxx: hejhef
d3: What’s up?
253-xxx-xxxx: Who is this
253-xxx-xxxx: Hello?
d3: You just texted me, who are you?
253-xxx-xxxx: Stephanie who r u
d3: Andy
Stephanie: Do i know u?
d3: I don’t think so. I know no Stephanies as of yet.
Stephanie: Oh.. how did u get my number or how did i get urs
d3: Don’t know. I replied to you.
Stephanie: Oh that was my sister had wroung number
d3: Well, ok. Nice chatting.
Stephanie: How old r u
d3: 37. Hey, do you know someone with a kid named Even? I’m wondering how he fared in that school fight.
And so we still don’t know what came of Even. Drat. The case remains open.
The thoughts of worldly men are for ever regulated by a moral law of gravitation which, like the physical one, holds them down to earth. There are no signs in the sun, or in the moon, or in the stars, for their reading. They are like some wise men, who learning to know each planet by its Latin name, have quite forgotten such small heavenly constellations as Charity…and who, looking upward to the spangled sky, see nothing there but the reflection of their own great wisdom and book-learning.
