Wrong texts happen. We wish they didn’t, we wish we could turn back time and hit the delete button so the recipient doesn’t read it. But it happens — Like accidentally texting your mom to come to a party that’s lit af with ratchet girls or confusing your ridiculous friend Matt with your ex-girlfriend’s brother Matt.
This wrong text from a client is hilarious, but poor poor Tristan for having to live with that embarrassment.
Pop on, Tristan. Pop on.