Say WHAT??!!

Nothing much to comment on today... I should do a Valerie Plame piece, but I'm tired. Instead, I'll just share something that happened to me today.

The following is a full transcript of a phone call I received while at work. The number was local, but the accent was deep southern.

Me: Hello?

Man: Yeah, I'll take fifteen computers and a faggot.

Me: Excuse me?

Man: I want fifteen computers and a faggot.

Me: Uh... who is this?

Man: Your father.

Me: I don't think so...

Man: Aw, shit, I got the wrong number.

*click*

I'm usually pretty quick, but I simply couldn't respond to any of this conversation. I was shocked, offended, confused and amused all at once, and the combination kept me from asking the obvious questions until it was too late.

I would give almost anything to hear where this conversation went once he dialed the correct number.