One little letter can make a big difference in the meaning of a message. I'm fairly adept at deciphering Hick's chicken-scratch notes, and badly-typed texts. But his most recent text gave me a start.
The closing for our sale of Bargain House is scheduled for Monday. You may recall that this buyer has been a bit... um... persnickety, shall we say? Hick's Window Guy has the parts to repair the vapor seal on the three (not four as originally expected) windows. He told Hick this week that if it wasn't Good Friday, he would have been able to get it done then. But because of the holiday, these windows won't be repaired in time for the closing.
Realtor Guy says the Buyer is okay with getting a receipt showing the window work is paid for. I gave Hick a check (already filled out, so it's legible!) to pay the Window Guy on Tuesday. As far as I knew, everything was just fine for the deal.
Then I got a text from Hick on Tuesday around 1:30.
"I'm in [Bill-Paying Town] waiting to give heck to glass guy"
WHAT??? Had some kind of problem come up? Would the windows cost more? Was Window Guy not able to fix them? What kind of mess were we in now, with the closing so close?
Then I looked at the text again. MAYBE Hick just forgot a letter.
"Check, I hope you mean!"
"Yes check"
Whew! That was a close one.
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