malinoisvol
Pick up your Balls and Rattle your Cannons!
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I got a cell # at around '03 or '04. Apparently it used to belong to female name Christina. I got calls and texts for Christina all the freaking time. She was quite the popular one. It got old quick. Some of Christina's friends refused to believe that the number was no longer hers. I started being a jerk to whoever called asking for her.
Example:
Me: Hello.
Caller: Yo, who dis is?
Me: Who are you trying to reach?
Caller: (Angrily) For real, yo, who dis is?
Me: Who dis is? You called me, a****e! You don't get to ask "who dis is!"
I went to Sprint and had them give me a new number after I got this voicemail:
"I don't know who you are, [my name], but I want Christina to call me right f***ing now. If I find out that you've been f***ing Christina, I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kill you both. You better pray to God she calls me back within the hour, or you're a f***ing dead man."
The caller ID came from a Kroger store a few miles from my apartment at the time. That was when I decided I needed to remove myself from Christina's life.
Wow!
When we lived in Shreveport in '84, we got about 20 calls for a "sweet pea".