"Hello, this is Bill."
"Hey!"
"Hey, yourself!"
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Just chillin'. TGIF. Got some steaks to grill. Usual Friday stuff."
"Sounds good, sounds good. I'm about to get on the road."
"Yeah, I heard the traffic is all messed up. Good luck."
"I hear you, buddy, I hear you. Hey, hold those steaks, OK, I'll be at least an hour."
"Uh, yeah, I guess." *pause* "You're coming here for dinner?"
"Uh." *pause* *pause* "Well, that was the plan. I thought."
"Well, you know, I'm always the last one who hears about this stuff, but, no prob, I'll, uh, make a bigger salad or something."
*pause* *pause* *car noises*
"Uh, is this Dan?"
"No, this is Bill."
"Oh, sorry, Danny Boy, wrong number."
*click*
3 comments:
I hate it when that happens. One of the down sides to having a very common first name.
teehee
I'd like to know how the "Hello, this is Bill" got past him. Makes me crazy..no matter how slow you say it...
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