Caller I.D.
At the Meriden Square, (It’s not ‘Westfarms,’ okay? Fuck you.) a couple of my friends and I went to return a stupid sweater and buy gifts for people they know. As soon as I was done in JC Penny’s, we headed over to Spencer’s Gifts, where we started looking around and browsing all the hilarious shit.
Well, while looking on a rack, I found their store phone. It was like the planets aligned and the world was saying, “Holy shit, this calls for serious shenanigans.” I called my cell phone from the store’s phone and then promptly dropped the store phone into a tote bag on the sale rack.
Can you guess what happened next, friends and neighbors? That’s right. I called the phone from my cell. Soon, I could hear the phone ringing and one of the workers going, “where’s the phone? I can hear it…”
I loled all the way past the “Our First Bondage Kits” and “Freddy the Fuck-Off Frogs,” and out of the store.
I guess I have to believe in karma or some kind of fate now, huh? Of course, it was free will that made me actually do all of this. Hm.
