The Hazards of Texting: Case Study 2, Patrick Swayze Edition

(Here is Case Study 1, documenting what happened when I sent text messages while undergoing a very personal kind of surgery, and out of my mind on prescription painkillers.)

Today’s story begins with a bad movie. A former coworker (let’s call him “Rushmore”), brain-damaged by excessive consumption of irony, had prodded me with repeated recommendations that I watch a movie called “Road House.” His rationale was that any film that can deliver the line “pain don’t hurt” with a straight face ought to be good for a laugh. (He watches Ted Nugent’s “Spirit of the Wild” for similar reasons; see yesterday’s post for more about Mr. Nugent.) 

I resisted for a long time, but I finally gave in when I found out there’s a Rifftrax rendition of Road House. (It’s quite good!)

Excerpts:

So as I watched it one weekend, I decided to give Rushmore a play-by-play of ridiculous quotes from the movie. I sent the following texts, in this order:

  • I’m finally watching Road House.

  • Pain don’t hurt.

  • Nobody ever wins a fight.

  • I used to fuck guys like you in prison.

But it all went terribly wrong, as I found out at work on Monday, because of two factors I didn’t anticipate. One: I wasn’t listed in his phone, so he didn’t know where the texts were coming from. Two: he received them in reverse order.

Texting is hazardous.

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