Crossing My T’s
I came home one day and before I could even step through the door, my girlfriend asked who Jill was. I didn’t know a Jill, but then she whipped out a surprising piece of “evidence”—she showed me a note with “Jill” and a phone number written on it.
I was stumped and wracked my brain. Then I realized, that it wasn’t “Jill,” but “Till” that I wrote down. Someone had suggested him as a contact for my business.
All that drama because my writing was messy. Story credit: Reddit / (bicycletourist)
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