Last week, I made a mistake that I am quickly learning is not all that uncommon, but no less potentially embarrassing.

I have to offer a bit of the back story on this one so all will have a thorough understanding of my blunder this week. It all started out as a very routine evening, which usually includes me sending out random but humorous text messages to my sister, Jess.

On one such recent occasion, I was preparing a particularly long text message referring to an inside joke that we had recently shared at the end of a particularly long work day. You know the type, those references that send you and those in the know into fits of laughter while those who are unaware stand scratching their heads wondering what is wrong with all of you.

I forgot one minor (meaning major) detail in the story, which should serve as a reminder to all of us to make sure we update our contacts list every time someone changes their cell phone number. I apparently neglected to do so, as you will all see from the remainder of my tale.

I had added her new cell number, but neglected to delete the old one, so of course, I marked the old number for use when I shipped out that first, rather annoying text message.

I thought I was just the master of humor and I gleefully awaited her equally ridiculous response, but the text I got back minutes later was not at all what I expected.

"Who is this?" stated the message.

I thought she was issuing one of her routine wise cracks, so I thought I'd play along.

"It's yo' crazy sistah," I replied.

Minutes later, I receive another unexpected response.

"Guess so. Ain't got no sistah, though," read the text.

Then it finally dawned on me that I may not be texting my sister at all (I think it's safe to say it's a good thing I never went into detective work).

Me being me, I returned that text with a question: "This isn't Jess Connor, is it?"

Moments later my suspicions were confirmed. I had been harassing a perfect stranger with our foolishness.

I felt like I had to say something in response; I felt like such a ninny.

"Oops, wrong number. My bad," I texted to the unknown recipient.

"It's OK, LOL," was the reply.

LOL indeed.

And me being me, I couldn't resist calling Jess to tell her all about my genius activity over the past 20 minutes (after I deleted the wrong number from my contacts list, of course). You know how the saying goes, fool yourself once… Well, something like that.

It did not surprise me that Jess found the whole thing to be absolutely hilarious, especially after I explained why I asked her if it was really her when I called.

The she proceeded to tell me a story about what happened to her as she was preparing to head to work early that same morning. Apparently someone texted her from a number she did not recognize and asked her if they had left their drivers license in her car. Curious, she replied and asked the sender to identify themselves, as she thought perhaps it was a friend or relative who changed their number recently. But when she received the response to her inquiry, it apparently struck a nerve with the recipient. Not to mention created an uncomfortable and awkward situation to all involved.

"That's not what you said last night," was the message she got in return.

With no interest in becoming involved in a situation that a) obviously had nothing to do with her or anyone she knows, and b) had the potential to get mean and nasty pretty quickly, she did the only thing any sane person would do — she immediately took herself out of the equation.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number," was Jess' response.

While I can appreciate the humor that can be found in these types of scenarios, I can also see how a situation could go horribly wrong. If you don't want to end up like me, folks, update those contacts.

That way all the LOLs will be in reference to said personal jokes, and not about your lack of ability to use and operate your own phone.