Wrong Numbers Can Make You Smile

So Monday I got home from visiting a friend and hit the play button on our answering machine. The second message made me laugh - it was a teenage boy and the transcript is something like this:

"Hello? Ummm...hello? ...Kevin, seriously, why're you talking like a girl? ...Please tell me this isn't your mom's number...or your home number...I mean, your mom sounds young...and HOT...but can I have your number now?"

I promptly called Tim and let him know that not only did I sound young, but also hot. I figure this is one of those things like getting a little thrill when you still get carded that is just a sign that age is creeping up from behind.

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