Mystery Drunk Caller
Of course, this isn’t such a mystery as I know who the caller was, but in my great compassion, I won’t name names.
Brring. Brring.
“Hello?”
[Intoxicated caller]
“Hey. You know the other day when I was telling you about that store?”
“Huh?”
“That store…they sell Wonder Woman costumes and-”
“Ok. Look. I told you, do not drunk call me. If you drunk call me, I’m going to hang up on you. Don’t frikking drunk call me!”
“Well, well, see…”
“Are you drunk?!”
[Innebreated pause]
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
“They have these Wonder Woman costumes there. I’ll buy it.”
“Dude, I don’t care about your Darth Vader crap, and I don’t care about Wonder Woman. If you call me one more time with your ^%$# in your hand, I’m going to-”
“You’re beautiful, Birg! I’ll buy the costume!”
“Ok, You know what? I’m hanging up. Do not drunk call me again.”
[click]
Yeah. This really happened today.
Somebody stop this ride…
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