Wrong number
Another wrong number story here, but an altogether more uplifting one, I think, with no dead husband or Uber driver. I quite like this little exchange, and in my head, I can see these two ending up meeting for coffee, with the dog and bonding over their amusing breakup stories. Perhaps they fall in love and live happily ever after.
Or I may be projecting, it’s more likely that they never speak again and this just becomes a little anecdote they tell people at parties, or on first dates. Still, I can dream. It does make me chuckle, thinking of her gearing up to send the original text, all anger, and then realizing she hadn’t sent it to the right guy at all.