The curse of fat fingers…

Due to an unexpected situation at home, i had to send a text message to Sam, friend of The Boy, while still in NYC last week.

Unfortunately, i didn’t have Sam’s phone number – and had to first contact Matt, another friend, to get the proper digits.  This was being accomplished as i made my way to the airport, en route to Chicago.

daisyfae:  Sam – it’s daisyfae.  The Boy’s dad is on his way to town to spring him.  Just bag up his stuff and put it on my front porch – before 2pm if possible.  Thx.

Shortly after sending this, i received the following message in return:

Unknown Recipient:  I believe this message was sent in error.

daisyfae:  Apologies.