You know how you see those predict-a-text errors? And you laugh and wonder how on earth that could happen? This is one of my favourites, partly because my beloved’s name is Lauren:
Now, I’m someone who reads these and thinks, “How the hell did that happen? Surely not!”. However, I am now on the other side of it. Friends, I dropped a clanger yesterday. So big and so bad and so very totally unaware. Honestly. It took me ages to work out what I had exactly said.
It started when I asked my friends on Facebook if anyone had a pair of forearm crutches that I could borrow while I am at a Writers Festival this week. From experience, the grounds at this Festival site are pretty uneven, and I do not want to anger my ankle this close to surgery. So here we go:
Yup. I asked for foreskin crutches. Not forearm.
Over forty comments later, and the madness continued.
It got even worse when my sister got in on the act: she sent me a text, saying “Sheepskin looks nothing like foreskin”. I thought about it, then replied with, “I meant forearm, not sheepskin”. At least I can blame auto-correct.
But here’s the thing: My particular phone won’t even predict its own brand name! Yet it’s quite happy to fling random foreskins into my social media. So obviously, friends, I have to ask: Have you ever had an auto-correct fail?