I don't often get random texts from unknown numbers, but when I do I try to play ball. Last night around 9:30 I received one from a 907 (Alaska) area code, couldn't find the name in Becky's phone, and therefore decided to respond. The whole back and forth took under 5 minutes.
?:Hey chris...r u and Becky in town for the holidays?
Is it a coworker from my former job planning a New Years party? There are all kinds of people up here that have their families elsewhere. We are a sort of pack of strays up here so parties seem to develop more randomly. I did leave my number with former workers before my last day. Ok, my money is on party. We're in.
Me: Yep. We're here in Anchorage.
?:Cool. I have banana bread.
?:Sorry for the late txt. didn't realize the time in my baking frenzy!!
?:Oh and if u don't like b bread I have mini cheesecakes too.
No party, but man do I like cheesecake.
Me:They both sound very good. Cheesecake is a fav of mine though.
?:Cheesecake it is!!
At this point asking whom it is may be a little late. Cheesecake is coming, though I'm not sure from where or how I will get it. But cheesecake is coming. The details are an uptown problem.
I woke up today not sure where it could be coming from. Hmmm... At this point I don't have the guts to mail back. Let the ball stay in their court.
The doorbell rang at 3 pm and there stood my realtor from a year or so ago. She was great -- just beyond great. And she was now holding 2 cheesecakes. "I'm parked illegally so Merry Christmas!," she smiled and shuffled away. Perfect.
About 6 months ago I had some similar fun, albeit without cheesecake.
?: R u going to kerrys?
Me:Yep. For sure.
?: Kewl. When are you leaving?
Me: In a bit.
?:Who is this?
Me:Kris. Who is this?
?:Anna. How old r u?
Me:How old r u?
Game Over. Phone down. Becky and I stopped laughing and let those texts slip into the ether.