karma.
At 6:30 this morning my cell phone rings, showing a 205 number on the caller ID. I didn't recognize the number, so I answered the phone thinking I was going to chew whoever it was for calling so early. (Since I work from home I have learned to relish screwing with the sales people who call all day long.)
When I answered the phone I could hear car noise (which I decided later was a bus) and kid noise in the background. I said hello a couple of times with no response, and then what sounds like a 5th grade boy yells "You're a sucker!" and hangs up.
It's a lot funnier now than it was at 6:30 this morning.
Of course the phone rang again almost immediately, and of course I just let it go to voicemail. The kid called me a total of about twelve times from two different numbers, and left three messages telling me to bring him some pizza. The last time he actually said "Ginny, you better come back and bring me some pizzas!"
I called Rory to tell him about it, because he was a big prank caller when he was that age. This is what Rory and his friend Matt used to do to people: They'd call a random number, and say "Mom, I'm at the skating rink and I'm ready for you to come pick me up." Of course, the person would tell him he had the wrong number, so Rory would use a very sad voice and say that it was his last quarter, and could they please call his mom and have her come get him? Which, of course, any self-respecting person would do. And then Rory and Matt would give her another stranger's number to call. Then they would hang up, and call back to see if the line was busy.
Can you tell that was 20 years ago? Pay phones were a quarter, nobody had cell phones, and nobody had call waiting.
Anyway, I looked online and it would cost me $5 to find out who owns the cell phone they were calling from. Part of me really wants to pay the money and have about 10 pizzas delivered to their house tonight.
Then who'd have the last laugh?
When I answered the phone I could hear car noise (which I decided later was a bus) and kid noise in the background. I said hello a couple of times with no response, and then what sounds like a 5th grade boy yells "You're a sucker!" and hangs up.
It's a lot funnier now than it was at 6:30 this morning.
Of course the phone rang again almost immediately, and of course I just let it go to voicemail. The kid called me a total of about twelve times from two different numbers, and left three messages telling me to bring him some pizza. The last time he actually said "Ginny, you better come back and bring me some pizzas!"
I called Rory to tell him about it, because he was a big prank caller when he was that age. This is what Rory and his friend Matt used to do to people: They'd call a random number, and say "Mom, I'm at the skating rink and I'm ready for you to come pick me up." Of course, the person would tell him he had the wrong number, so Rory would use a very sad voice and say that it was his last quarter, and could they please call his mom and have her come get him? Which, of course, any self-respecting person would do. And then Rory and Matt would give her another stranger's number to call. Then they would hang up, and call back to see if the line was busy.
Can you tell that was 20 years ago? Pay phones were a quarter, nobody had cell phones, and nobody had call waiting.
Anyway, I looked online and it would cost me $5 to find out who owns the cell phone they were calling from. Part of me really wants to pay the money and have about 10 pizzas delivered to their house tonight.
Then who'd have the last laugh?