I’m home on a Saturday night watching a Golden Girls marathon when my phone begins to vibrate. Could it be? Some one wants to hang out? Obviously not. Someone’s Blackberry just accidentally called me from their pocket or handbag. I’ve never gone from feeling so cool to feeling like such a loser since Steve Balbonos dared me to jump off the balcony at his house party in 8th grade. Like a senior citizen getting prank called, I yell into the phone like a 'tard until I eventually realize what’s going on. They don’t want to hang out at all. Well, maybe if I listen for a while I can pick up on some juicy gossip. Damn it, I can’t really make out what they’re saying. Oh...well maybe the episode where Blanche acts all sexy will come on soon.
The saddest part is that out of frustration I eventually stop answering those calls, even though maybe, just maybe, some girl might be drunk dialing me. I guess we’ll never know.
Know what other phone issues that annoy me?? The weird text message picture I can never seem to open and my neighbor who comes over and is always asking if I have a charger for a phone they stopped making 3 years ago.
Just wanted to put that out there. Ahh, feel much better.
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