The Autocorrect Fiasco
Language: en
I texted my boyfriend: "Go to the convenience store downstairs and buy a box of gloves, hurry up." He replied instantly: "???" "Stop pretending. I just sent you the picture, don't you want to eat it? Hurry." He replied: "Are you sure? Are you alone at home?" "If I'm not alone, am I half a person?" "What's with all the uncertainty? Do you not want to buy them? Are we going to go without? That's unhygienic and uncomfortable." "Are we really not using them? My hands will get sticky." He was silent for a long time. "Are you sure?" "Okay, stop dilly-dallying. If you don't want to eat,…