Day 8

It's 11/11/11, folks. I could only say that I wish I would have sold iPhone 3 days earlier so I could call this day 11. This temporary technological digression has its perks.

Some of you will have seen the website Wrong Number Texts. I can sit and laugh at it for hours. If you so choose, look it up, but a disclaimer: YOU WILL BE OFFENDED. Don't say I didn't warn you.

On to better things, I have a story for you. Ever since Shanefert showed me the aforementioned website, I have greatly desired to experience a wrong number text myself. Good things come to those who wait. Since I have an archaic phone, there was no easy way to transfer numbers from iCloud to the dinosaur. So I decided not to transfer any numbers. If someone texts or calls, I'll go ahead and save his or her number. Else, well, sorry.

Anydangway, Sarah and I began to Jones for a Starbucks. My roommate Angie works at one here in Ye Olde Towne, and we frequently frequent and receive free drinks. It's pretty much the best thing ever. This was one of those nights in which we received such an drink and thus our Jones was satisfied at no cost to us. (Thanks, Angie!) As the story goes, The Bucks got super busy as we were conversing with Ye Olde Angie, so we left without having a chance to say "Thank you!" as we normally would. We are buena gente, mind.

So I text my other roommate Georff (name changed to protect identity) and ask for Angie's number (since I don't have it). Note that this is breaking my rule, but this situation called for the rule breaking to occur. He politely sends the number via text message, which, fortunately, my phone is able to receive. The conversation is thus:

Leon: Hey man! Thank you so much for the drinks. Love you man!
Angie: You’re welcome! Hope u enjoyed ur diet tab
Leon: Haha I could go for a diet tab right now. :)
Angie: Haha oh no im sorry but I don’t know who this is….I thought it was my mom :/
Leon: Is this angie? And your mom likes diet tab?
Angie: Haha no and yes…..I thought everyone did
Leon: I’m a big fan of coke zero myself. But if I think about it, my mom has probably drunk a diet tab or two in her time.
Angie: You’re lucky she stopped at only two…mother has tried to stop or so she says, but she hides it from us. Father has tried to stop her but the energy increase she gets from tab makes it impossible to catch her…
Leon: Oh no! That’s terrible! I have seen some tab addicts before, but nothing that extreme. It may sound harsh, but you should try setting traps. It may be the only way to save her!
Angie: You are wise indeed my friend but mother knew we would try this and tried we have, but no she had prepared by watching countless re-runs of Miami vice and is always one step ahead….

Ha. Well it happened, and that's thanks to letting go of technology for a couple of weeks and using the ol' clamshell. Thanks, clamshell. If "Angie" ever texts back, I will add an addendum here. It's also important to note that the number I texted was exactly the number Georff sent me, which means that he either has the wrong number for Angie or decided to play a trick on me. I say it's the latter.

Love.