Last week was a banner week for the surprise texters. Most notable were the two who wanted me to think it was a wrong number, and one who found me on a dating site I had never heard of before. She at least kept the conversation going, but the one I include below wasn’t up to the task of improvisation.
I love to play with them and see how far they’ll go, but they clearly aren’t paid or whipped enough to deal with the likes of this. It’s a typical “regular business text to a wrong number” ploy:
I knew I was walking a fine line here; I didn’t know if it was “my/our” company’s proposal that we were making, or if we were receiving the proposal from another company. As it turned it, it didn’t matter.
Also: “Mr. Harry”? Why not just rush ahead and use the generic giveaway “Dear”? Anyway, as Mr. Harry I made my opinion known, and I would have bet money that there would be no further response. As it turned out—Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
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