a helpful message

Last Sunday I received a couple of text messages. Never mind the fact that I don't have a text package on my cell, that it costs me a whopping one-fifteenth of a dollar to receive each message, and that I don't have a choice as to whether I receive said text message. One of the messages was unwanted, unbidden--a notice from some stock company hawking their latest offering.

Delete. Delete from my inbox, and delete from my bank account. (note to self: balance bank account.)

The second was a little more helpful: Stac, your zipper is down.

I assume that it came from one of my well-meaning senior high leaders, with whom I had just spent an hour at my house. Unfortunately, I didn't get the message until after church. Fortunately, a nice lady in the fourth row managed to get my attention and pass on the 411. Thanks, Mrs. Petrilli. Next time, someone just speak up and tell me!

Maybe passive information pushing isn't the best way to get time-sensitive information to the people who need to know.