The other day, my cell phone rang. The number flashed as “private,” so I ignored it, assuming a telemarketer. Imagine my surprise to get a voicemail. An angry one. It said:
Stop calling my man or I’m gonna tell Ryan
- Didn’t know the caller
- Am certainly not calling her man
- Am not involved with Ryan
I laughed hysterically. Then I made my husband, my neighbor, and pretty much everyone else I encountered over the next day listen to the message.*
It was an unexpected amusement in an otherwise monotonous workday.
Now if I had been calling “her man,” I might have laughed in a different way, like, “Haha, I will have your man AND Ryan AND any other man I want!!!”
Or maybe I would have freaked out at the idea of losing Ryan and changed my triflin’ ways.
Heck, it could have been a huge misunderstanding – the man and the home wrecker might have been planning angry girl’s surprise birthday party. Then, like an episode of Three’s Company, a series of hilarious misunderstandings would ultimately lead to things working out. In the span of half an hour.
Doubtful to the last one. Angry girl probably has a dud for a man. Her life episode would be more like an MTV reality series.
So am I the only one that’s been the recipient of a message not meant for them? Anyone else ever had a Three’s Company moment?
*I thought about pushing “call back” and telling angry girl she’d gotten the wrong number, but I didn’t want to add insult to injury.