Every now and then I can't help tweaking those who text without identifying themselves. This weekend, I got one:
pb: Who is this?
pb: Booya your self. Who beedzis?
txtr: Is tht yameia?
pb: No. Rmeia iz heronner skidmore.
(Actually, Elmira's mayor is indeed a Ms. Skidmore.)
txtr: No response:
After a pause, I couldn't resist:
pb: Seriously, dude. Wrong number.
It's mean, I know, and someday it will come back to bite me in the butt. Right now, however, I get my jollies wherever I can.