If you use predictive text, you know that it’s not always so predictable. It tries its best, but sometimes its best isn’t good enough. Ellen often showcases predictive text fails and they are effing hilarious. There’s a whole website dedicated to these, and it makes me happy.
Rob’s predictive text is not doing its job at all. Half the time I can’t even decipher what he’s really trying to say. Personally I try to proofread my texts before I hit the send button, but Rob obviously doesn’t understand this concept. Let me give you just a few examples of what he’s texted me in the last couple weeks.
Rob (texting me on a Saturday about playing with Jack): I played ball out back. I’d their the balks on the roof and he would try and catch then when that can’t down.
Me: Your predictive text made that really hard to understand.
Rob: Oops. Out basically said Jack and I are having fun.
New text series…
Rob: Hired your day?
Rob: Oops. How’s your day?
Me: Haha good. Totally going to write a blog about your predictive text fails.
Rob: Have you heard from Em?
Me: No. How come?
Rob: Just sovereigns. Getting a little worried.
Me: Just sovereigns? Dude, read back your texts.
One time we were babysitting for my sister overnight. Stevie, our niece, woke up at 3:00am. I went downstairs even though the nurse was still there because she was screaming at the top of her lungs, “AUNT SOOOONIE!” Anyway, I had set an alarm on my phone for 4:55am to head down there when the nurse left but forgot to turn it off. Rob couldn’t figure out how to turn it off and ended up calling my sister. He quickly realized what he’d done so he hung up. She texted my phone to see if everything was OK though. Rob sent back a text that looked like it was written by a first grader. Good lord!
Oh, and as I was typing up this blog, here’s what he sent me.
Rob: It’s margo and rita day so let’s mix in a catchall.
I’m assuming catchall is cocktail? Get it together man!