Momnesia

Mr. Cellophone

AUGUSTA, GA. - My husband called home on his cell phone.
"I just have one question," he said.
"Okay..."
"I'm in the meat department at Bi-Lo, and-"
"Why?"
"What?" he asked.
"Why are you in the meat department at Bi-Lo?"
"What?"
"Who is this?"
"This is your husband!" he exclaimed, exasperated.
"You ain't my huzzzbin!"
(pause)
"Are you messing with me?"
"NO! I don't know why you in the meat department at Bi-Lo, and you ain't my huzzbin!"
Scott looked at his cell phone and realized that he'd misdialed the number.
"Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry. I dialed the wrong number," he choked out, between laughs.
"Just as long as you know you ain't my huzzbin!"

She should be so lucky!