Someone's finger slipped somewhere out there in the great information web and they accidentally sent a text message to me that was clearly intended for someone else.
"Are you at church?"
If it weren't for the fact it's a company cell and they'd probably frown on it, I was soooooo tempted to respond:
"Yeah, when are YOU gonna get here with the live chickens and the bucket? We're all waiting."
Now, if only that number from Colorado (303 area code?! Really?!) would stop incessantly calling, life would be darn near perfect. (I don't answer for fear it's a telemarketer who will flag the number as "good" since someone picked up, causing MORE calls)
But the one from California I didn't recognize? I shouldn't have answered it either, but, hey, I was already pretty infuriated. It came on the heels of several other unsolicited out-of-state calls I'd been getting that day, so I answered it and dropped it on the dashboard, cranked up the classic rock radio station to max volume and left the truck.
They'd hung up when I got back and haven't tried again since.
"Are you at church?"
If it weren't for the fact it's a company cell and they'd probably frown on it, I was soooooo tempted to respond:
"Yeah, when are YOU gonna get here with the live chickens and the bucket? We're all waiting."
Now, if only that number from Colorado (303 area code?! Really?!) would stop incessantly calling, life would be darn near perfect. (I don't answer for fear it's a telemarketer who will flag the number as "good" since someone picked up, causing MORE calls)
But the one from California I didn't recognize? I shouldn't have answered it either, but, hey, I was already pretty infuriated. It came on the heels of several other unsolicited out-of-state calls I'd been getting that day, so I answered it and dropped it on the dashboard, cranked up the classic rock radio station to max volume and left the truck.
They'd hung up when I got back and haven't tried again since.
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