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Friday, February 11, 2011

Static on the line

I was on I-20, headed to Atlanta, when my cell phone rang.


"Hey..." says a male baritone.

"Hey," I reply. I don't recognize the voice.

"I, uh, I know I haven't called you in a while, but I was wondering if maybe we could get together tomorrow and kick it like old times," he said. I definitely have no idea who this is.

"Well, I'm on the road to Atlanta right now. Where are you?" I ask.

"... Who dis?!" he asks.

"Who dis?" I laugh.

"Um, I think I have the wrong number."

Yes, I think you do.


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