Note: Now that most of you have had your fun, I've masked the number because the last thing I need is a reputable business thinking I'm out to make them not reputable.
Some of you are sick. Sick people!
Sorry I didn't have something up online by 8 am for some of you today!!!
I started to write about the person next to me on the bus this morning who kept repeating 905-430-XXXX over and over (in a whisper) to himself but because of the size of my tablet (10 inches) and its massive touch-screen keyboard, he could read what I was writing so I was kinda stuck.
Finally, after listening to him whisper this number over and over for nearly 10 minutes, I asked him if he'd like a pen and paper to write it down. You'd think I handed him a winning lottery ticket, he was so gracious.
Then I asked him if he had a cellphone. He said, yes, why? I asked him why he didn't store the number in his phone? He showed me his phone. The screen was all smashed in. He knows enough of the repetitive functions to dial out and answer without needing the screen but can't store contacts. So I'm like, can't ya just call your voicemail and leave yourself a message? DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNN...
Hope there's a happy ending for him.
8 comments:
Didja google the number?
Obviously in serious need of a massage. (Googled the number)
LOL.Oh to know how many people googled that.
haha, happy ending.
@ Squiggles Maybe a 'girl' is involved?!?! Yes, my mind is in the gutter
Maybe The girl at the clinic gave him a happy ending and that's why he's trying to imprint her phone number permanently into his brain.
Squiggles
Deleted your comment only because Howard Bigfird told me to.
Oh.
Well, at least some people had fun with my research. But truly, I wrote it with the halo above my head - in complete innocence!
You people have dirty minds!
Post a Comment