And I am never ever drunk.
Sending a text message to someone else. Like a friend. Like a client. When it was intended for someone close to you. Because you let your phone be jostled in your bag while its surrounded by grocery items and similar things. Because you are using a different bag.
And now you sit in front of your computer, appalled to find out that yes that PHONE number matches the PHONE number that you didn’t watch. And you just want it to go away.
Then you think. Well at least, I didn’t drunk dial him. Because you don’t get drunk anyway. You just lazily put your phone in a place where the buttons are easily pushed the things in your bag.
At least you didn’t start sexting with him.