The other day I got a text on my phone that started "Im mad at u." It was a fairly local number, so I immediately set to work trying to figure out who I could have possibly pissed off around here. When no one came to mind, this is the (short) conversation that followed:
ME: Who and why?
PISSED CHICK: Rachael and bcuz u didn't give me ur new number
Okay, it IS a new number for me, so who the heck do I know named Rachael? I have a cousin named Rachel, but I doubt very much that she'd be in Grand Rapids or really give a crap that I didn't give her my new number since she didn't have my old number. Besides, she spelled her name wrong.
ME: Okay.... I'll probably sound stupid here but where do I know you from?
PISSED CHICK: Wow u don't even know me? Rachski
Ummm.... nope. Don't know you.
ME: I just got this number Thursday. Who do you think I am?
PISSED CHICK: Nvm sry my friend gave me the wrong number. My bad
You know, I think after someone asked who I was and where I knew them from I would probably have realized that just maybe I had the wrong number, but this chick was truly offended that I didn't have a CLUE who she was. How could I? I even searched my friend list on Facebook to see if there was someone named Rachael that was a friend because she was a friend of a friend... Nope. Just one RACHEL. Besides, none of my texting friends spell that horribly. Weirdo.
I will not freak out...
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So we're heading up to Elizabeth's ballet class. The walk from the parking
lot takes a few minutes so we make quite the entry. The four year old
dying to...
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