[lm6y]

The shop foreman and I are really close. Close enough that during my family's health crisis, he texted me first thing in the morning at work, and called me a c*nt just to make the mood a bit lighter. I sent one back to him that said "You're a *****...". It was 5 am here, his name is Darryl, and the next contact in my list was my friend Debbie, who lives in Denver. The nansecond I hit send, I realized Debbie's name was highlighted... So I sent Debbie a text at 3 am her time calling her a *****. I apologized profusely, and repeatedly, and explained what had happened. She still sends me a message every now and then asking if she's still a *****.