Last Friday night I went out with a friend for my birthday.
After returning home, I make the clever decision of somehow scribbling out some words on a piece of paper with my name and phone # on it. I then proceeded to stumble into some shit (some shit being 8' pieces of furniture) on my way out the door to deliver said note into the door handle of "hottie down the street" 's car.
This plan was fucking fool proof.
Cut to yesterday...
I don't accept random phone calls from numbers I don't know at work, so I waited to call someone back that called me in the middle of the day.
Said "hottie down the streets" mother is on the phone and wondering who the fuck left the note, claiming she has my name and phone number and that her daughter is "under age"... I'm pretty sure she's not under age since she graduated last May and was in my cousin's senior class. She told me she was like 18 or 19.
Either way, drinking leads to problems.
I thought I would share this interesting situation with you all. I am debating calling her and explaining what I did when I was drunk and smoothing it all over, or just keep drinking and pretend the call never happend and hope the cops aren't going to be involved.
