Wrong number.
posted Jan.03.06 at 02:01 am


There are a lot of things that happen to me that I find funny and everybody else finds totally insignificant. This is one of them. You've been warned.


(I'm in bold.)


*phone rings*


"Hello?"

*mumbling from an old woman*

"Uh, hello?"

"Yes, hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Who is THIS?"

*laughing* "I think you got the wrong number, ma'am."

"OH. Heh! Well. I'm in Bakerton. Where are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Bakerton. Where are you?"

"Uuh, West Virginia."

"Well, what part of West Virginia?"

"Shepherdstown?"

"Ah!"

"Where are YOU?"

"Bakerton."

"Never heard of it."

"Out on 340. The flea market!"

"OH, yeah! The flea market! I know where that is."

"Yeah."


*... pause*


"Yeah, I'm afraid I've got my vision all... my vision's gotten all messed up."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. But, eh, it could be worse!"

"Yeah, you could have, uh... NO vision."

"Yeah! Heh. Well, okay then."

"Well good luck with that vision."

"Yeah, okay. Good-bye, Shepherdstown!"

"Good-bye, Bakerton!"


I love old people.
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