I was busy most of the day, yesterday. At some point, I don’t remember when, my phone shook. I was busy so I didn’t look at it until later during a break. It was a number I didn’t recognize. The message was as follows.
This new york
I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, so I ignored and promptly forgot it. …until tonite.
My phone beeps, and I look down.
U working tonight?
I sit there and think a moment. Who could this be? I have no idea. But many people at work might ask me that question, and most of them are not in my cell contacts. So I text back.
Who’s this?
A few moments go by. My phone beeps.
Guy with da dreads from new york
I think hard. I try to picture some guy in dreads, trying to summon a memory that I have evidently forgotten. Nothing comes up, so I reply.
Wrong number methinks
Another message comes in.
Was there Friday night
There was no one helping me on Friday night. The dogs, the fair and industrious Trudy and I were here all evening with no one else around.
I type
Wrong
to which the guy replies
Is this princess?
Nope
A few moments when by, and then
So u not a stripper?
I blocked the number. And now my story is complete.