Friday, February 11, 2011
Static on the line
I was on I-20, headed to Atlanta, when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"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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