Bar's been chill tonight. But before I came with my client, I got a weird phone call from a wrong number. Despite it being wrong he wasn't convinced, here's what was said:
Before you read: His voice was kinda New Yorkerish. Reminded me of a 25yr old George Costanza XD not exactly threatening-like
30 minutes ago:
*Ring-ring*
*I answer*
Me: Hello?
Guy: Hello.
Me: Who is this?
Him: Yeah, I wanna know who the hell this is!
Me: ...What did I do?
Him: You know EXACTLY what you did!
Me: Uhh.. okay, what'd I do?
Him: How long has this been going on! How long have you been talking to her?!
Me: Who?
Him: My girlfriend, you bastard!
Me: ...
Him: ...You there?
Me: Yeah.
Him: Fuck you!
Me: ...
Him: ... Hello?
Me: I think you have the wrong number, sir.
Him: Bullshit! What the fuck is wrong with you! Listen to me you, ass. How long has this been going on?!
Me: Dude, I don't know what this is about but you have the wrong number. I'm not even living in Oregon anymore. Haven't lived there in a while.
Him: Fuck you! You liar! Where the hell are you I wanna beat the hell out of you!
Me: I'm at work.
Him: Where?!
Me: I don't know. Some place in Ohio.
Him: FUCK YOU! Tell me who you are!
Me: Who are you?
Him: URGGHH!
*he hangs up*
Me: Huh, that was weir-
*gets another phone call and I answer*
Me: Hello?
Him (trying a slightly more 'calm voice'): Hello. This is the pharmacy. Your plan B pill is in. Give me your name and address so we can get this processed.
Me: Yeahhh... didn't order anything. Sweetheart, I don't know your girlfriend. You got the wrong num-
Him, interrupting: Sir! Give me your info so you can get your Plan B Pi-
Me, I cut him off: Nope. Goodbye.
Him: No! YOU BASTA--
*I hang up and block the number*
