A while ago, my mother gave me the number for her friend who is a contractor. Or at least she gave me a collection of numbers that if ordered properly would have been the contractor’s phone number. What followed was an awkward conversation with a stranger in which I talked about my desire to raise frogs in the rapidly growing puddle in my basement.
Because it’s not enough to randomly harass strangers with wrong number phone calls, I sent him the following texts after I wrote the post.
The Great Unwashed to Random Understanding Guy: Hi, I randomly called you earlier this week?
Random and Understanding Guy Who Isn’t A Contractor : Silence
The Great Unwashed : There shouldn’t have been a question mark there, I am certain that I called you; however I wasn’t sure whether you remembered me.
Random Guy : Still no texts
The Great Unwashed : Anyway I’m Unwashed. Online I’m known as The Great Unwashed.
Understanding Guy : No texts. Is obviously digesting the fact that I’m great because I imagine he thought I was the Crazy Unwashed.
The Great Unwashed : I just thought you should know you’re famous.
Wrong Number Guy : Crickets
The Great Unwashed : Well not famous like Kim Kardashian famous, more like, my friends and family including my great aunts know about you famous.
Random Guy : The silence continues. Probably I should have held off a while before introducing my family to a wrong number .
The Great Unwashed: I featured you on my blog. Ok, not so much you as our conversation. Thanks for being so helpful by the way.
And because that wasn’t a long enough series of answered text messages, I sent this one off too.
The Great Unwashed : Oh! I almost forgot the link! https://iamthegreatunwashed.com/2014/06/27/a-use-for-small-talk/