auto redial gets you nowhere if you don't have a car

call:

"hello, can i have my i.d.?"

"i don't have your i.d."

"it's in you're wallet, from the show."

"oh...fine."

"can i have it?"

"it isn't mine to give."

"i'll be over to get it in a little while."

"i don't know where i'll be."

"page me if you leave."

"i don't have your pager number."

"page the boy...i'll be with him anyway."

"fine."

"okay."

"say...do you have that money you owe me?"

"yeah...i forgot about it."

"alright, bye."

"bye."

follow-up call:

"hey."

"hey."

"do you have any plans?"

"not particularly. why?"

"want to BBQ?"

"that's fine. where?"

"i don't know. at your house?"

"whatever."

"what do we need to bring?"

"i don't know. i'll tell you what i have and whatever you want that i don't have, you'll have to bring, i guess."

"okay."

"alright...i have chicken (is chicken alright)?"

"actually, can i call you back in a minute?"

"yeah."

"cool. bye."

follow up call to a follow up call:

"hey."

"hey."

"actually we're going to go home."

"uhmm...okay."

"okay bye."

this is how these calls really go. i swear. i think i know why the caged bird sings. and it might have something to do with retards.

2002-09-09 | 9:09 p.m.
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