Apologies for non-cycling related content;
Are u going to school today
I wake around eight thirty to the second sms, puzzled, the number is identical to mine bar the last digit.
I reply quickly and jump in the shower,
Who goes to school on a saturday anyway?
Disregarding the earlier messages as nothing more than a wrong number I check my phone again after dressing.
wait just tel me r u a boy or a girl
Alarm bells, what treacherous plot is this? What foul demon awaits, lurking with evil intention toward school aged children? I reply,
Wouldn't you like to know? I guess you're male 14-16
no im not im in grade 6
Now I'm confused and apprehensive, is this an actual eleven year old, and if so, have I said anything inappropriate? I decide the only option is to rant,
Intriguing. Your number suggests a mobile contract I assume your parents are responsible for. Having made an arguably sensible decision regarding a plan which probably includes unlimited text, they've unfortunately neglected to monitor closely enough the misspelled and grammatically incorrect nonsense they've been paying for.
How come you didn't get an iPhone?
what dont text me any more ok
To which I think to myself, perfect, fuck off.
just wait how old are u first u are like in your 30s
The nerve. Shouldn't this kid be participating in some compulsory sports torture on a Saturday? Despite my reluctance to bite, I can't resist offering a cryptic timeline,
When you were born I was listening to Wu Tang. Go wiki that shit kid. Have a nice day.
what i didnt get that
no tell mi
please tell me
dont text me any more
This is so going on my blog.
what is a blog
hey what is a blog
come on tell me what blog is