Let's say that during a particularly attention-grabbing Sunday school class a certain sister sent a text message to the dashing man sitting in the chair next to her that went something like this:
"Want to blow this joint and go to Krispi Kreme?"
Thinking that he would probably reply with something along the lines of "not on the Sabbath", she was surprised when no reply was received. You know, fat fingers often hit the wrong keys.
A few minutes later the dashing fellow nudged her arm and passed his cell phone over indicating for her to read the message on the screen.
His response: "Sounds good, let's have sex too"
Daughter's response: "Did you mean to send this to Mom?"
I laughed so hard, The dashing fellow was red-in-the-face embarrassed, laughing along with me.
Daughter texts again : "I've been traumatized."
