whoops! wrong person

A few years ago I got an innocuous email from a casual friend.  Somehow, another email had gotten attached.  The accidental email was a very personal email my friend had written to her then-husband's mistress. I had no idea my friend's marriage was anything less than perfect.

Another friend — at another time — was angry at her mother. Her mother sent her an email, which my friend forwarded on to her good friend with a note that said, "From my so-called mother." By accident, she cc'ed her mom on the email.

These things happen. And today it happens to me.

Alexander never found his iPhone, though he swears it's somewhere in his apartment. Of course he never got "find iPhone" so there's no way to know for sure if his phone is hiding between some cushions in the living room, or lost in a gorge somewhere on campus.

While reaching my son was difficult when he had a phone, now it is near impossible. I can't call, and I can't text. I can email and I can messenger him on Facebook. Alexander needs to be near his computer for me to reach him. And I'm sure now that school is over (he's staying on for a bit), my son is not hanging out in front of his computer.

So today I have to tell Alexander about some information I got regarding his upcoming grand jury duty. It's important and time sensitive. I email. I messenger. I wait.

I do all of the above again.  Still no response.

And then in my frustration, I forget that Alexander does not have his phone and I text him:

An hour goes by before I realize that my son cannot receive a text without a phone.

Then I get a text from Diane, Alexander's paternal grandmother. 

Diane is among the most well-mannered people I know. In the 23 years I've known her, I don't think I've ever heard her swear. Not even a damn. 

I sent the text to Alexander's grandmother instead of to him. I am so glad I didn't spell out effing!