Ok, Ever since I got my new cell phone I've been getting weird random calls from several different numbers and they all seemingly ask for the same guy. I figured that was strange enough, but it got suddenly way better.
This lady called me last night and this is pretty much how the conversation went down.
Me: Hello?
Her: Uh... hi, I havn't called you guys in a while, can you help me?
Me: uh.. wha...huh?
Her: Who is this?
Me: Grant...
Her: oh, you must be new, I havn't called you guys in a while, So I don't know everyones names, maybe some new people are working with him, I donno... but can you help me out? I've got 100 bucks and I'm desprate.
Me: uh... what? I don't think....
Her: please, c'mon... you have any food?
At this point my cell was kinda crapping out on me so I didn't quite hear here, so I THOUGHT she said food...
Me: Food?
Her: yeah, got some food?
Ok.. that weird, she wants some food... sure... I've got mac and cheese, some beef in the freezer, crackers, milk, eggs... I think I've got some food.
Me: uh, yeah I've got plenty of food.
Her: (sounding rather excited) Great, can you help me out, I've got 100, can you come see me?
Ok, so I'm officialy confused and have no idea what the hell is going on...
Me: Uh... well... I.... uh, I think you might have the wrong number.
her: Who is this?
Me: Grant....
Her: Do you know (insert dealers name)? (think it was like dan or greg or something, don't remember now)
Me: no... I think you might have the wrong number here.
Her: uh.. you uh... *click*
she hung up there and I didn't hear anything since then. But I was really confused about the whole thing, and I kinda figured that maybe she was trying to buy some drugs... but it gets better.
So I'm talking with some buddies from work and I tell them my story, Mason's kinda sitting there like, "uh?" and then ashton drops the bomb and says... "dude, Food is a street word for Crack.".
we had a good laugh once I realised that she was indeed trying to buy drugs from me, and Crack no less... It totaly explains the long list of people who continualy call me and sound a little edgy and keep looking for the same guy.
The Dude who owned my cell number before me was totaly a drug dealer, that or my number is really, really close to his either way it's funny as ****. Now I've got to think of some fun things to do when they call me back again, I KNOW i'll get some calls again... them crack addicts love their crack.
Mason suggested I just get some crack and deal it, hell the addicts already have my number... I've got the customers :D.
So, if you had a cell phone number that was owned buy a drug dealer and kept getting calls for some "food" late at night, what would you do? I mean.... c'mon... I need some fun ideas. I was thinking maybe give them a complex set of instructions to "pick up" some food at the corner of a street near my apartment and watch from a distance as they open the "package" to find some bread and cheese.... Hey, they wanted food.
This lady called me last night and this is pretty much how the conversation went down.
Me: Hello?
Her: Uh... hi, I havn't called you guys in a while, can you help me?
Me: uh.. wha...huh?
Her: Who is this?
Me: Grant...
Her: oh, you must be new, I havn't called you guys in a while, So I don't know everyones names, maybe some new people are working with him, I donno... but can you help me out? I've got 100 bucks and I'm desprate.
Me: uh... what? I don't think....
Her: please, c'mon... you have any food?
At this point my cell was kinda crapping out on me so I didn't quite hear here, so I THOUGHT she said food...
Me: Food?
Her: yeah, got some food?
Ok.. that weird, she wants some food... sure... I've got mac and cheese, some beef in the freezer, crackers, milk, eggs... I think I've got some food.
Me: uh, yeah I've got plenty of food.
Her: (sounding rather excited) Great, can you help me out, I've got 100, can you come see me?
Ok, so I'm officialy confused and have no idea what the hell is going on...
Me: Uh... well... I.... uh, I think you might have the wrong number.
her: Who is this?
Me: Grant....
Her: Do you know (insert dealers name)? (think it was like dan or greg or something, don't remember now)
Me: no... I think you might have the wrong number here.
Her: uh.. you uh... *click*
she hung up there and I didn't hear anything since then. But I was really confused about the whole thing, and I kinda figured that maybe she was trying to buy some drugs... but it gets better.
So I'm talking with some buddies from work and I tell them my story, Mason's kinda sitting there like, "uh?" and then ashton drops the bomb and says... "dude, Food is a street word for Crack.".
we had a good laugh once I realised that she was indeed trying to buy drugs from me, and Crack no less... It totaly explains the long list of people who continualy call me and sound a little edgy and keep looking for the same guy.
The Dude who owned my cell number before me was totaly a drug dealer, that or my number is really, really close to his either way it's funny as ****. Now I've got to think of some fun things to do when they call me back again, I KNOW i'll get some calls again... them crack addicts love their crack.
Mason suggested I just get some crack and deal it, hell the addicts already have my number... I've got the customers :D.
So, if you had a cell phone number that was owned buy a drug dealer and kept getting calls for some "food" late at night, what would you do? I mean.... c'mon... I need some fun ideas. I was thinking maybe give them a complex set of instructions to "pick up" some food at the corner of a street near my apartment and watch from a distance as they open the "package" to find some bread and cheese.... Hey, they wanted food.