"Hello?" I answer.
"WHY DID YOU CALL EMMANUEL?" yells an angry voice into the phone.
"What?" I ask. "I didn't call Emmanuel."
"YES, YOU DID!!! Why did you call him?!" the psycho woman now says.
"I didn't call Emmanuel." I say flatly into the phone.
"Yes, I know you did. Why did you call him at 4:00am?" she continues her rant.
"I don't know an Emmanuel. I didn't call him." I am now thinking, "Who the fuck does this woman thinks she is???" I am about to ream her a new butthole.
"Is this **8-****?" she asks.
"NO. This is **5," I say.
"WHAT?" she asks in a loud, rude, bitchy-ass voice.
"I SAID, THIS IS **5. YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER."
"Oh," she says. "Sorry." She hangs up.
"WHY DID YOU CALL EMMANUEL?" yells an angry voice into the phone.
"What?" I ask. "I didn't call Emmanuel."
"YES, YOU DID!!! Why did you call him?!" the psycho woman now says.
"I didn't call Emmanuel." I say flatly into the phone.
"Yes, I know you did. Why did you call him at 4:00am?" she continues her rant.
"I don't know an Emmanuel. I didn't call him." I am now thinking, "Who the fuck does this woman thinks she is???" I am about to ream her a new butthole.
"Is this **8-****?" she asks.
"NO. This is **5," I say.
"WHAT?" she asks in a loud, rude, bitchy-ass voice.
"I SAID, THIS IS **5. YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER."
"Oh," she says. "Sorry." She hangs up.
Now, you realize I have her phone number on my caller ID. I have half a mind to call the f***ing psycho back and tell her off. Then I realized that...for one, this will only further prove the point why men think women are psycho; for two, she is a psycho. I don't need her hunting me down. I have enough to worry about.
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