Alan is coming in tonight to (hopefully) hang out. We’ve both been buried with a lot of work lately – hence the “hopefully” in that sentence. Anyway, his goal was to arrive at my place around 4pm so he could buckle in and wrap up his day here before we venture down to my old place to get some of the last few items out of it then off to dinner.
It’s now 6:15pm and instead of Alan, I get a text from him. The message is along the lines of, “Sorry! Running late. Day is a cluster. Moving as fast as I can!”
It’s nice of him to send me that, because generally I am stickler about punctuality. I plan down to the nanosecond, so if you’re even five minutes off, it has probably sent my universe into a tailspin and I’m pacing the floors or tapping my foot, getting decidedly bent out of shape.
But tonight, I’m still trying to crank out some work and not eyeing the clock, so I’m not upset that he’s running 2+ hours behind schedule. Except, when I go to respond to his text, my phone has a mind of its own.
I try to write, “Jiggy!”
Steve Jobs decides to auto-correct me. So instead, my response to Alan’s news that he’s running late is: “Night!”
Hmmm. Is it possible for technology to be passive aggressive? If so, I think I might need more of it.
pithypants 
yeah, but I’m sure he was “with it” 😉
Does that explain why so many status updates or comments on FB which come from mobile phones make less sense?
Exactly. The “keyboard” on an iPhone can be a bit tough to use, and when you combine that with the auto-corrections, it can result in nonsense. One of my favorite auto-corrects was when I wrote my friend Liz to say, “See you tonight” and it corrected to, “See you robot!”
Shoulda bought a Droid.