I'd like to use texting to communicate with The Engineer throughout the day when he's at work. You know, "What time u coming home?" or "Pls keep funny farm on speed dial 2day 4 me." Problem is, his company uses Verizon for their company plan, and the cute, nerdy, glasses-wearing guy and his "network" are nowhere to be found at The Engineer's office. ("Can you hear me now?" "NO!")
But I have friends who text regularly, and every so often I communicate with them that way. It actually fits my phone-hating hermit tendencies pretty well.
So a couple of weeks ago after church, I went to a popular burger place with a bunch of friends. By the time I got there, the line was ridiculous, and Kenny offered to order for me. Kenny is a good friend and happens to be our pastor.
I gratefully accepted--I was carrying Zoodle, and The Engineer was home with a sick Chickie, so I was glad not to have to stand in line. Besides, my morning coffee was catching up with me. I gave Kenny my order plus a to-go order for The Engineer. I put Zoodle in a high chair, left him at the table with several from our group who had already found seats, and headed to the restroom.
Just as I was about to grab toilet paper, my phone beeped letting me know I had a text message. So I grabbed it out of my pocket and checked the message.
I read, "I forgot did the engineer want mayo or mustard?"
I quickly typed a response. (Okay, not that quickly, to be honest; my texting is the phone equivalent of hunt-and-peck.)
I had mixed feelings about that little bathroom conversation. I mean, it was great he could contact me, because let's face it, personalized condiment accuracy can make or break a burger.
But is it just a little weird to be texting about burgers while I'm sitting on the toilet? I mean, it's definitely better than a true phone conversation with the awkward flushing sounds in the background. But still, I was texting about lunch, in the bathroom, with my pastor on the other end of the phone. Is that breaking some unwritten commandment?
I guess my struggle is a sign that I'm no longer in the same generation as teenagers, who would certainly, instinctively, know the etiquette of toilet texting. Maybe if any of you are reading now, you can school me on this delicate, important issue.
And for the record, The Engineer's answer will always be,