“Care to be my successor function at a wedding?”
She stared at the text message for a few minutes, before eventually replying.
“U want me to cater ur function? Because Im not a professional cook.”
The reply was almost immediate.
“No no, my successor function, you know, my S(n).”
She tried a quick web search, and got angry.
“Side note? Im not noones bit on the side, u bastard.”
He tried to call, but she didn’t answer, forcing him to text back.
“A successor function is a +1.”
“What does that mean?” she replied.
He never replied to that one.
(Many thanks to Sandy for assistance with this one!)