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Texting Farewell

Cell phones have come a long way since this commercial:

On Sunday night I got a text message from someone, wishing me well in my was kind. But I had no idea who it was from. I decided to reply in a vague but grateful manner, hoping not to offend someone by asking who this was. Clearly, they thought I would have their number.

Mission accomplished, I thought. Feeling slightly guilty for my minor deceit, I commented on what I'd done to one of my housemates, who was with me at the time.

Fast forward to Monday morning. Repacking chaos ensues. My cell phone is buzzing with last minute well-wishers and details of various types.

Another unrecognized number:

Hey Beth thanks for all the good times and how much you helped me. its been a good run. Best luck!

I felt a stab of guilt that I don't know these people who seem to know me well...And then a third:

Beth good luck! you'll be missed more than you know.

By then, I was too frustrated and time-pressed to make up some gentle but grateful responses. I decided a better option would be to wait, do a reverse look-up, and respond at a later time...*

Before I had the chance, I got one final goodbye. It was my roommate, asking if I'd enjoyed the "faux goodbye texts."

Sneaky, sneaky. He'd tricked me. And it was a great way to say goodbye. I'm still smiling over it.

*I tried to look up the sender of the original text, but no luck. They'll remain anonymous.


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