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Wooden Coffee Table- Doesn't Suck
It was around 11:00pm when I received the phone call. I didn't recognize the number and, to be perfectly honest, I was rushing to the bathroom since I'd already broke the seal. Midrelief, I leaned against the near wall and answered my still-ringing cell phone. Some girl starts blathering about one of my Craig's List posts.
My eyes roll and I tell her to call tomorrow. Having only just got used to the concept of having Craig's List groupies and receiving hate/fanmail, I still wasn't quite comfortable addressing the fans from atop the toilet, nor whilst rocking a decent buzz. I hung up to enjoy the brief moment of relief.
The phone rang again. Same number. By now I'm washing my hands and wondering how pressing this matter can possibly be. I answer and immediately tell her that I'm tired and she can call in the morning.
"But I don't want...!" was all I heard before hanging up again.
She calls again. Persistent. I simply mute my cell ringer and go to sleep. The following morning, I find this voicemail message* on my phone (Mad props to Jake Hawken for cleaning the audio file up for me- gentleman, artist, scholar).
*Be sure to check the transcript of the message at the linked page
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