I once dated a woman who knew my routines better than I realized. Most evenings, I’d text her as soon as I got home from work. It wasn’t a rule, it was just something I’d always done.
One Thursday, I left the office later than usual. Right before heading home, I texted her, “Finally getting out of here.” Then, somewhere on the drive home, my phone died.
I didn’t think much of it. I figured I’d charge it when I got home and text her later. Instead, I walked through the door, dropped my keys on the counter, and accidentally fell asleep on the couch.
My dream is for WhatsApp to include the option to disable voice note. When someone tries to send one, a message will appear that says, "You can't send voice notes to this user, TYPE."