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People want me. At odd hours.

I haven't really officially informed people to no longer try calling the 5307 number to reach me. However, I guess it's catching on.

I went to bed around 11 on Tuesday night and, with my phone on silent, I missed two calls --- one minute apart --- from this phone number: 352-821-2317.

Then, this is my favorite part, at 4 AM today, I missed a phone call from this phone number: 352-317-9445.

Who are you people?





** I got a text from the number that called me at 4AM that said:

"wh0 da hell y0u is I get money ho'"

I called her, she answered and when she heard my voice say "hello," she hung up. So I called her right back and got her voice mail, naturally. And I left her a message ripping her the nicest new one I could.

"Right, I didn't complain when you called my number at FOUR this morning. I didn't even try calling you back at a ridiculous hour as retaliation. I just let it go. But when you text me something as ridiculous as what you just sent, I had to step in. You had to have known when you got my voice mail that you'd called the wrong number. But you clearly decided that wasn't enough, and you texted me this afternoon anyway. When you hung up, that was the last straw. You called the wrong number, Weirsdale -- yeah, I looked you up.
Don't be a dick about it. You know you did. Don't continue calling the wrong number. Don't apologize or anything -- just don't continue. Have a fantastic afternoon."

Comments

Samsmama said…
That is absouletly hysterical! I got a series of stupid texts one night. When I realized that the guy needed a ride, I text him and told him he had the wrong number. His response? "Why you gotta be like that, dawg"? I responded that I'm no "dawg", but a "mutha" trying to sleep. He quit texting.

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