Okay, this is really sad when this is the best thing about my day.
At work, my iPhone blings that I have a text message from a number I don’t recognize. The conversation goes a little something like this:
Mystery Number: “Hey Miss Ariat, guess who….”
Me: “Wrong number”
Mystery Number: “Oh contrare Karen, give ya 3 guesses. I’m tall, dark, and handsome and quite possibly the man of your dreams…:-p lol”
Me: “No seriously wrong number”
Mystery Number: “Who is this then”
Me: “No one you know”
Mystery Number: “You don’t work at a country and western wear store”
Me: “Nope”
Mystery Number: “My bad, sorry”
NOw for my commentary in parenthesis
Mystery Number: “Hey Miss Ariat, guess who….” (what the hell is an ariat and who the hell is this)
Me: “Wrong number”
Mystery Number: “Oh contrare Karen, give ya 3 guesses. I’m tall, dark, and handsome and quite possibly the man of your dreams…:-p lol” (Uh oh, someone needs to check himself. Is he about to text. Should I play along because this line is so freaking ridiculous. Nope, gotta work)
Me: “No seriously wrong number”
Mystery Number: “Who is this then” (WTF, I don’t have to explain myself to you, what’s with the attitude)
Me: “No one you know”
Mystery Number: “You don’t work at a country and western wear store” (HAHAHA, I can only imagine what this guy and Karen have in store)
Me: “Nope”
Mystery Number: “My bad, sorry”