a mad texter
Ali likes to send text messages. Lots and lots of text messages. He does this for a variety of reasons but namely because:
- He is stuck in a line/is on hold/is waiting for someone or something and has nothing better to do, or
- He has nothing better to do.
I’m not going to lie – I don’t have much patience for his texts because more often than not they are so cryptic that even the FBI couldn’t decipher them. And the rest of the time? Well he’s asking me to do something I really don’t want to do.
So when I received yet another urgent text from my husband insisting I immediately stop by the pharmacy to purchase a travel-sized Crest with Scope I debated ignoring it. But then my guilty conscience got to me and I headed to CVS to comply with his request.
(And yet I get comments that I’m not a very good wife? I don’t get it.)
Anyway, why he needed it urgently is beyond me, seeing as we aren’t leaving for Minneapolis until Friday. But I was on the tail end of appreciating his efforts to find me a new car and decided to humor him.
So imagine how I felt when I went to put the toothpaste away and found all of this in Ali’s bathroom?
I was beside myself with irritation. I asked him why he needed the toothpaste so badly when he already had enough on hand to brush the teeth of all the citizens of a small country. And he texted back:
“For my trip to New Orleans. At the end of February.”
Does this make any sense? No. But on the bright side I suppose I can’t accuse him of procrastination?