Usually when I text the wrong number it goes something like this-


“I’m feeling some wine, kettle corn, and Netflix. Wanna come over?”

“I think you have the wrong number,”

…Feeling awkward. Are they judging me? I know it’s a Tuesday night, but I blog for a living for crying out loud! Whatever. They probably wouldn’t even understand my lifestyle.

“Sorry! Have a nice night.”

End of story.

This guy’s story ends differently though.

He was stressed out about painting his daughter’s room when he text the wrong number. Instead of ending it there, they actually gave him some pretty good advice.

Who is this “D” person and why are they trying to dictate what colors are for girls? Hello, girls love blue.

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