How Mr Bump was offended by me again…

So, you may recall a few months back I wrote about how I appeared to have accidentally offended someone. Apparently calling a stranger Mr Bump is not the done thing. In my defence, it was after his many references to injuries he had sustained.

Looking at the whole debacle several months on, I think he was keen to look manly. Unfortunately I perceived him as clumsy. Still, I feel Mr Bump was an amusing reference, I could have easily made a comparison to Mr Bean…

I digress.

So a few weeks after the last post, Greg got in touch.  It went a little like this; 

V, I am so terribly sorry, I’ve been off saving the world, could I possibly pop over this afternoon?”

Ok, so he didn’t actually say he had been saving the world, but again I’m trying to retain a little bit of Greg’s dignity. So I won’t reveal the nature of his occupation any further. Though, he probably does wear his pants over the top of his trousers. 

I smiled when the message arrived, thankful that that guy had a sense of humour. However, I was in the throes of a princess party (true fact, I was wearing a tiara and everything). So I responded hastily explaining that it would have to be any other day over the weekend, and I was glad he was OK. The following day I read his response. 

‘Ahh ok I’m away until next month, oh and… if you’re not breaking yourself you’re not doing it right…’

I read the response and read it again. Erm, ok, I was not entirely sure what to reply. Unusual for me! It’s hard with the written word, it can be easily misinterpreted. After a puzzled face or two I decided, ah banter! So, I responded with a little more banter. 

“I guess it depends what you are doing?!” then I inserted a quick joke about his occupation and thought nothing more of it.

I had anticipated by now that Greg may have been in touch. But, it seems that he may have misinterpreted my banter. Or perhaps he is nursing a broken limb somewhere in darkest Peru.  Either way, I still have the boat bits, annoyingly. 

It really made me realise how easily the written word can be misinterpreted. Greg was happy to joke and be vivacious face to face. But clearly the written word was just a little too complex? While I found the  saga amusing I can’t help but wonder what he read into the written word. 

Weirdly the entire saga took me back to my early twenties. Text messages were first becoming popular. I texted someones brother, quite an innocent text thanking him for rescuing me and dropping me home. His then girlfriend responded in a rage. As she had only got part of the story… 

V

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