This morning I got a series of strange text messages on my cell phone. They started out being short ones, saying, “I love you” and “I can’t wait to see you again.” And I was freaked out because I didn’t recognize the phone number and I was not expecting anyone to say that to me. Maybe my mother! But not any guy or co-worker, for sure!
After about a dozen of the texts that I did not answer, I was getting annoyed that they kept coming every few minutes. For one thing, each text message received costs me 20 cents. And for another thing, the texts were never signed with a name nor addressed to a name, and they clearly were not meant for me.
It occurred to me that the person was texting them to the wrong number and might not stop until someone replied. I was sorely tempted to reply “F*** You!” and see what happened, but it might have been a guy stalking his girlfriend and if she was to actually say that then the stalker might escalate the interaction with something violent and the poor girl would not have any warning or any defense.
So I called the number and said this is Vicki and I have no idea who you are sending all these texts to, but I know you aren’t intending to send them to me, so check the damn number and quit sending me all these texts or I will report you to the police.” And I hung up – I didn’t even want to hear the other person’s voice. And they stopped.