“I’m lost and I have important info!”
The glint of something oblong and shiny in the bushes caught my eye as I strolled with my dog through a nearby park. When I bent to check it out, I was surprised to find an egg. This wasn’t the Homeowners in my neighborhood’s idea of offering a hearty free breakfast for the residents – – No, this was a plastic remnant from an Easter Egg Hunt. I shook the contents of the pearly pink shell and it rattled. Hopefully those are Skittles and not M&M’s, I thought, or the insides will be a chocolate mess (we’ve had 100 degree weather since April) but when I pried it open, instead of the jelly beans, my focus became the note.
Ava: I hope you enjoy this one last sweet treat from a Nana who loves you!
My writer’s mind went to work. Was Ava getting too old for egg hunts? Did she develop a serious case of diabetes? Was Nana terminally ill? Was this the one and only egg that contained those loving, parting words from a grandmother to her grandchild and I was the wrong person holding it?
Recently I have been both the sender and receiver of many text messages and emails that were never received. This is a real problem with technology because you don’t realize your words are not being transmitted and you end up feeling ignored or unacknowledged.
Worse, crucial information that would have impacted an important outcome has gone missing and nobody knows it.
Once I drove two hours to pick up a child who cheerfully announced, “Thanks Mom, but I texted you earlier to let you know I already had a ride home.”
I have lost blogging jobs because I never received an email telling me I needed to submit a sample of my writing before a specific deadline.
I have sent an apology and told someone I loved them dearly only to have them proceed as if we were parting ways. (Granted that would have been better verbalized in person, but you know us gun shy writers.)
Let’s look at how outcomes in history would be altered if certain communications had come across as they were intended.
DIDN’T YOU GET THE MEMO???
Dear Prince Charming – – I heard you found a high heel slipper at your ball. That would be mine! I’m going through some glandular stuff right now, so I might look a little “different” when next we rendezvous. But rest assured . . . that’s MY size 6 Jimmy Choo and there’s no need to send some Duke Dude with a foot fetish throughout your land, searching high and low. See ya at our wedding!
ps. Beware of sooty-faced Gold-Digger girls with petite feet nicknamed Cindy.
I’m skipping the Scarborough Fair today. But I’ve been thinking – – Crooning about “The Sound of Silence” makes no sense. Let’s do the piece in sign language. Also, “Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water” – meh, I dunno – – really? How about “Like a Bathmat Over Soggy Carpet, I will Lay Me Down?” And finally, that Mrs Robinson chick is one Hot Mama! I say we draw guitar picks to see who’s gonna be “Feelin’ Groovy” with her tonight!
My Darling Barbie – – As much as I love your va-va voom measurements, maybe we should give all the females in this country a break. You should probably start eating. Outback Steakhouse at 7 pm?
Pick up a Barbie for Chastity on your way home from skiing today. I’m thinking our daughter should be playing with dolls a little more.
We better give “Terms Of Endearment” two thumbs up. I’ve heard that Karma can be a real bitch.
Will you just grow up already? And stop with the Flying Fad. United Airlines offers round-trips for less than the cost of a Pirate’s Booty. Besides, we could partner up and have a great career in Peanut Butter. I promise to split the profits
Shalom Dr. Seuss:
It has come to our attention you are planning on publishing a book that might mislead quite a number of children down the wrong path with its title and subject matter. We respectfully ask you to consider “Green Eggs and Brisket” instead.
National Council of Jewish Mothers
I am so over talking about baseball ad nauseam. Let’s go bowling tonight instead. How does that strike you?
Finally, “Hu” really IS on first!
To Dorothy (and your little dog ToTo too!)
I don’t mean you any harm. I’m really a Goth clothing designer and the Ruby shoes are just what I need for this new black gown I’m manufacturing. The message in the sky was not supposed to say “Surrender Dorothy!” it was supposed to read, “Suspender Dorothy!” My little fashion tip to you (with all that blue gingham you’ve got going on!) Sheesh, where is the Giant Etch-a Sketch when you need to fix a Cloud Typo? See you on Broadway in Wicked!
What a world!
Just watched a Wizard of Oz rerun – – “Lions and TIGERS and bears….Oh My God!”
Adam & Eve,
Forgot to mention that Apples are now on the Dirty Dozen List of produce and should only be eaten if they are certified USDA Organic or with the skin peeled. To be safe, I’d pass on all of ’em. And talking Serpents? In
what whose Universe??
Your One & Only,
Our Beloved Snow White,
We have a feeling you need to study your bible more, particularly looking into the Adam and Eve skit referenced above. An Apple is always a metaphor for something bad. We’re working late in the mine tonight and don’t plan on building any glass coffins to stand watch over a maiden, no matter how pale her skin – – So don’t wait up for us. Sleep well.
The Seven Dwarfs
This Easter Egg didn’t have my name on it…
Oh, and it was with great sentimentality that I posted a “Lost & Found” notice on our neighborhood bulletin board to see if I could return the wayward Easter Egg to the poor little ill-fated Ava or her affectionate (but not long for this world) Nana. I left my cell number so they could message me.
This morning an acne-faced teenage girl showed up on my doorstep making sure I knew I could eat all those Jelly Beans myself. It was too late for her. She has a full set of braces now.
I never got that text.
How has a lost email/text or missed voicemail messed up your life?
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