WHERE’S MY BOYFRIEND, BITCH?
Brrrrriiing!
Brrrrrriiiing!
Me: Yeeees?
Her: Hi….Wha…? Is Alfred there?
Me: Is that the bartender?
Her: The bartender? No. (peeved) Who is this?
Me: Maggie.
Her: (anger mounting) Maggie who?
Me: Maggie Berry.
Her: (anger peaks) Where’s Alfred?
Me: Do you know you’re calling Hobson’s Choice?
Her: What?
Me: The bar, Hobson’s Choice.
Her: Who are you?!
Me: Did you mean to call a pay phone?
Her: Oh! My mistake.
Click.
5:14 p.m.