While not dyslexic, I often interpose numbers. Today, I misdialed a number and ended up speaking to this exceptional example of manners:
man: hello?
me: Hi! Is Shawnie available?
[long pause]
me: Hello?
man: You stupid little fucker. If you ever call this number again, I’m going to beat the fuck out of you.
me: Okay. Is this the number for Shawnie or not?
[long pause]
me: Because if it’s not, I’m sorry for calling, but if –
man: No man!
Immediately tempted to post his phone number to every text and solicitation call out there, it reminded me of the best prank. My oldest friend – meaning our moms went to high school together and then we grew up together – played a prank on her husband that was glorious.
She’s much more creative than this prankster. Her husband received anonymous texts like Did you know that cat fashion is a $1.2m industry? MeeWOW!
I laughed so hard I cried when she was telling this story. I’m really tempted to enact a similar nuisance to the man who so rudely answered the phone earlier.
But, alas, I’m better than that and this type of genius is best used on someone who deserves it.
However, I not saying I didn’t sign him up to receive calls about a Communications degree from the rumored relentless sales team at the the University of Phoenix.
reducerenewrecycle 