urbanblitz

I was so tired, that I didn’t get up to pick up the phone when it rang. The machine picked up. And it was the weirdest thing because I didn’t know who was calling. You couldn’t help to listen to a brief second of the conversation because you’re wondering who the hell is calling you. Then you try to hang up, but you can’t disconnect the line. I’ve been pocket dialed. It seems to happen a lot when your name is towards the end of the alphabet. The people with “A” names understand my pains. So when I finally disconnected the phone, I immediately *69 the call. You would too. *drum roll* I don’t recognize this number. Time to do some reasearch. In the end, it turned out to be my cousin’s brother-in-law. In true family tradition, I had to bust him on it. That’s what family is for. Ha ha.