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I just got a phone call that pissed me off. Someone hit one of those pet peeve buttons.
They called me, and it was a number I didn't recognize. So I answer...
"Hello?"
"Who's this?"
WHAT THE FUCK?!? YOU CALLED ME! DON'T ASK ME WHO I AM!!!
"Who the hell are YOU? You called ME..."
"Sorry, wrong number." *click*
So if that wasn't stupid ENOUGH... She calls back.
"Hello?" (Emphasized annoyed voice.)
"Is Matt/Max (couldn't tell) there?"
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."
"No, cuz this is his number." *click*
What the fucking fuck?!? Yes, I must be mistaken, and the person you're trying to reach who I DON'T KNOW AND DOESN'T LIVE HERE is in fact here.
You'd think the story ends there. But OH NO! She calls again.
"Stop calling this number. You have the wrong one."
"No I don't." OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! *commence hair-pulling*
"You do."
"How is this the wrong number if this is my brother's phone?"
"Well it OBVIOUSLY is since you keep getting me, you stupid whore." *click*
That was the last one. I'm praying that it will stay that way. It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. How can you call a phone number and not find the person you're looking for and still insist that you have the correct number after being told repeatedly that you dont?!?
Fucking moron.
^^^Phone convo.
Anyways... Not much news to report. I'm getting more and more excited about moving. EEEE!!!
I've been sick since... Friday night. I feel horrible. But Matthew's doing just a wonderful job of taking care of me. And I've lost 9 pounds. Not eating will do that to you.
That's about it.
They called me, and it was a number I didn't recognize. So I answer...
"Hello?"
"Who's this?"
WHAT THE FUCK?!? YOU CALLED ME! DON'T ASK ME WHO I AM!!!
"Who the hell are YOU? You called ME..."
"Sorry, wrong number." *click*
So if that wasn't stupid ENOUGH... She calls back.
"Hello?" (Emphasized annoyed voice.)
"Is Matt/Max (couldn't tell) there?"
"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number."
"No, cuz this is his number." *click*
What the fucking fuck?!? Yes, I must be mistaken, and the person you're trying to reach who I DON'T KNOW AND DOESN'T LIVE HERE is in fact here.
You'd think the story ends there. But OH NO! She calls again.
"Stop calling this number. You have the wrong one."
"No I don't." OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! *commence hair-pulling*
"You do."
"How is this the wrong number if this is my brother's phone?"
"Well it OBVIOUSLY is since you keep getting me, you stupid whore." *click*
That was the last one. I'm praying that it will stay that way. It's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. How can you call a phone number and not find the person you're looking for and still insist that you have the correct number after being told repeatedly that you dont?!?
Fucking moron.
^^^Phone convo.
Anyways... Not much news to report. I'm getting more and more excited about moving. EEEE!!!
I've been sick since... Friday night. I feel horrible. But Matthew's doing just a wonderful job of taking care of me. And I've lost 9 pounds. Not eating will do that to you.
That's about it.