My cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello, who's this?"
"You called me, who are you?"
"Someone from this number just called our male stripper line." (Giggling in the background.)
"What?" I'm trying to wake up and realize it's not an emergency-type middle of the night call.
"Someone from this number just called and talked to one of our male strippers." (More giggling and "shush" sounds.)
"It's the middle of the night. No one from this number was calling anyone."
"Well, ma'am, some of us have lives ..."
I hang up. I can't be bothered to fight with someone who's so amateur at crank calls that she forgets to say "bitch" instead of "ma'am." Texans are way too polite.
This happens to me all the time. Gotta turn your wringer off at night! Especially when drunk guys call in the middle of the night thinking Hunkmania is an escort service and we're not!
ReplyDeleteThe real issue is why Ed would borrow your phone instead of using his own.
ReplyDeleteI assume your cell has caller ID, so call then back and prank them!
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, in this era of caller ID, why are kids still making prank phone calls?
Excuse me, but is your prince albert in a can running?
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