It Just Had To Happen

I love predictive text messaging; one of those gorgeous, exceptionally clever ideas where technology seems to be thinking for itself and outsmarting us. I'm sure if you added it up, it has saved me so much time, I'm a week younger. However it does also have a darker side. A couple of years ago, suffering quite bad stomach pains, I trotted along to the A&E of the local hospital with my girlfriend of the time Shema. The waiting times were, as ever, immense and eventually she decided to call it a day. In order to avoid the frankly terrifying walk home, my flatmate came over and picked her up, sending a text message to his girlfriend and letting her know the situation. Intending to tell her that John is in hospital so have taken Shema home, a rather unfortunate textual prediction on the final word led to the slight slip-up of a freudian nature: John is in hospital so have taken Shema good. Needless to say his girlfriend was not best pleased.