Um... so I found a phone number in my couch. The way Heather tells it, it's funny.
I mean, I am not opposed to a German furniture delivery guy in a wife-beater being my ticket to happiness, it just seems unlikely.
Friday, June 24, 2005
They tell me this could have been my ticket to happiness. Pffft.
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It might not hurt to just talk to him. Do you remember what he looks like? Did he seem like a nice guy? You never know...???
Heto left out the bit about the wife-beater.
I don't really remember the couch delivery guys all that much at all, although the wife-beater detail did manage to stick in my mind. I have no idea whether they were nice. They could have been Mr. Rogers--on the other hand, they could have been Ted Bundy. Not calling, but thanks for the inspiring stories. :-)
That's hilarious. Even better that he was too stealthy for his own good.
Actually, I have a similar story: the battery on my car died and I ended up having to go to a mechanic to get a jump and a replacement. Later that day, I was driving and hit a sunny patch, so I pulled down the visor-thingy (is that what they're called?) to block the glare, and down fluttered Mr. Mechanic's phone number.
It wasn't true love. ;)
My commenters (all three of them, heh) tell you to call him, Jess. Dooooooo it! Tu es!!
Tee hee, I once had a waiter write a love poem on a napkin which he gave to me and his phone number on a napkin which he gave to my husband!?!
Yeah, Noames, the whole hide-the-number-in-the-car-visor-or-the-couch thing simply reeks of passive aggressive behavior to me. It wasn't true love for me either. :-)
Jaime... I am confused. Was the waiter trying to pick up you, or your husband, or both? Perhaps *he* was confused. Who tries to pick up a girl with a wedding ring sitting next to a guy with a wedding ring? Sheesh. :-)
Heather, your readership is gonna have to suck it up. Sorry. Clearly the guy did not make that much of an impression on me. :-)
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