EXHIBIT 6058-S · WORST TEXT
I'd been using a chatbot all morning to help write a firm-but-polite email to my landlord. I was also messaging my sister. I meant to type "make this sound less desperate" into the chatbot. I typed it into my sister's chat instead, directly under a photo of her new boyfriend. She has not let it go. He has not let…
— Rachel, Norwich
The chatbot would have said it was a great photo. Your sister will be saying your line at the wedding, into a microphone.
EXHIBIT 6021-R · WORST TEXT
A guy I'd been seeing stopped replying in March. In September I got a message: "omg did you see the new series??" No hello. No explanation. Just a recommendation, as if we'd spoken yesterday. I replied "who's this?" even though his name was right there. He sent his name. I sent "sorry, still not sure." He sent a selfie. I…
— Sophie, Bristol
It's not a draw. He's playing nine games at once, and you're the only one who thought there was a scoreboard.
EXHIBIT 4847-B · WORST TEXT
I wrote a long, honest review of my boss's presentation and sent it to my best friend. Except I sent it to the team group chat. It included the phrase "forty slides of nothing in a blazer". I watched it say "Read by 9". My boss replied with a thumbs-up. Nobody has mentioned it since. That was eight months ago.…
— Anonymous
That thumbs-up wasn't approval. It was a man signing off your career with one finger.
EXHIBIT 4921-D · WORST TEXT
I sent a voice note to a friend about a party I was dreading. It was nine minutes long, mostly me complaining about the host. I'd sent it to the party group chat, which the host was in, because she made it. Four people had already listened. The host replied, "Thanks for coming anyway!" I went. I brought a very…
— Jamie, Bath
Nine minutes, unedited, released to the exact people it was about. That isn't a voice note. It's your legacy.
EXHIBIT 4884-C · WORST TEXT
I was texting a client to confirm a delivery time, straight after texting my mum. Muscle memory took over and I signed off with "love you xx". The client replied, "Ha, love you too." He sends me a card every Christmas, signed with kisses. I've stopped signing texts to my mum at all, just in case. She thinks I'm angry…
— Sophie, Glasgow
The client gets your love. Your mother gets silence. Textbook customer-first culture.
EXHIBIT 4958-E · WORST TEXT
A colleague's elderly dog, Biscuit, had passed away and I wanted to send something kind. I typed "So sorry about Biscuit." My phone changed it to "So sorry about biscuits." I didn't notice. She replied, confused, "What about biscuits?" I then had to explain, in writing, that I meant the dog, which somehow made it worse. I bring in biscuits…
— Anonymous
Autocorrect will one day write your own obituary. It will spell your name wrong.