It's 9:55 at night and our telephone rings. We're the sort of family who doesn't use the phone after 8, so this is abnormal.
BSG: Hello?
Ebonic Idiot: Hey, come out.
BSG: Um, what?
Ebonic Idiot: I'm outside, tell Chris to come out.
My Mother's name is Chris. I'm confused for a second, but I quickly figure out that he's got the wrong number.
BSG: Oh, sorry. I think you've got the wrong number.
Ebonic Idiot: Nah, just tell him to come out, dude?
BSG: Um, no. You've got the wrong number.
My dad yells from his slumber: Just hang up.
So I did.
10 seconds...
BSG: I'm sorry man, but there's no Chris here.
Ebonic Idiot: [Not angry] I don't have time for this. Tell him to get out here.
BSG: Wrong number.
Ebonic Idiot: are you his little brother? Put Chris on.
I hang up again.
It rings once, and only once. 10 seconds later it rings twice, and only twice. He calls a third time, and lets it ring 12 times before I pick it up.
BSG: What's the street address?
Ebonic Idiot: Um uh I uh think uh [Street Address]
BSG: That's in Duluth, right?
Ebonic Idiot: Hey dude, stop ****ing around, git chris
BSG: - Just wait. That address, that's DOWN TOWN. 2 and a quarter miles from the place I'm sitting. Everyone in this house is asleep. The person, this "Chris" doesn't live here. Stop calling. I'm going to bed. Please. Goodnight.
No freaking joke, I hang up, and it's rining before I even set down the phone.
He's not calling anymore, about 10 minutes after. I'm going to bed now. If he calls again, I'm going to put his number online someplace. How daft can you be?
BSG: Hello?
Ebonic Idiot: Hey, come out.
BSG: Um, what?
Ebonic Idiot: I'm outside, tell Chris to come out.
My Mother's name is Chris. I'm confused for a second, but I quickly figure out that he's got the wrong number.
BSG: Oh, sorry. I think you've got the wrong number.
Ebonic Idiot: Nah, just tell him to come out, dude?
BSG: Um, no. You've got the wrong number.
My dad yells from his slumber: Just hang up.
So I did.
10 seconds...
BSG: I'm sorry man, but there's no Chris here.
Ebonic Idiot: [Not angry] I don't have time for this. Tell him to get out here.
BSG: Wrong number.
Ebonic Idiot: are you his little brother? Put Chris on.
I hang up again.
It rings once, and only once. 10 seconds later it rings twice, and only twice. He calls a third time, and lets it ring 12 times before I pick it up.
BSG: What's the street address?
Ebonic Idiot: Um uh I uh think uh [Street Address]
BSG: That's in Duluth, right?
Ebonic Idiot: Hey dude, stop ****ing around, git chris
BSG: - Just wait. That address, that's DOWN TOWN. 2 and a quarter miles from the place I'm sitting. Everyone in this house is asleep. The person, this "Chris" doesn't live here. Stop calling. I'm going to bed. Please. Goodnight.
No freaking joke, I hang up, and it's rining before I even set down the phone.
He's not calling anymore, about 10 minutes after. I'm going to bed now. If he calls again, I'm going to put his number online someplace. How daft can you be?
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