It's On
Predator Press
[LOBO]
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"You damn well know who this is. This is Debbie."
"Okay," I sigh, leaning back on the couch.
Brief pause.
"Is this Jesse?" she asks.
"Is this Debbie?" I demand.
-Holy crap. I hope I have popcorn left.
Comments
But Jesse did little to redeem himself during that conversation.
I don't think I ever did it since we met, but my ruthlessness on wrong numbers and (primarily) telemarketers was the stuff of legends. My buddies thought I should make cd's of the stuff. I would drag out the call, order EVERYTHING, and then tell them my VISA UNOBTAINIUM credit card number was "7."
I stopped getting the calls because of the "Do Not Call" Registry I suppose.
-Maybe I should unregister lol