SOMEBODY GIVE ME A RIDE TO AA!
This is a message that was on my machine last weekend. Keep in mind I don’t know this person or George and my number is stated on my out going message:
“Georgie, it’s Cheryl. Give me a call back at the number you see across your phone or just come pick me up….or just come down or do something god-dammit….now…bye.”
Okay, so ‘Cheryl’ is drunk, needs a ride home from George and called the wrong number; no big deal right?
THIS IS LIKE THE FIFTEENTH TIME SHE HAS CALLED MY HOUSE FOR GEORGE, OVER MANY MONTHS.
It’s always late and she is always looking for George and she always sounds drunk. The times I’ve talked to her, I just say you have the wrong number. At first I didn’t think she had the wrong number. I just thought this George guy met Cheryl at a bar and gave my number to her as a fake. But now I just think George’s number is really close to mine and Cheryl’s drunk ass can’t dial correctly.
The best calls are when she has called earlier asking for a ride and then calls back at 4:00 a.m. pissed off at George because he hasn’t shown up. Poor old George doesn’t even know she has called. I just wonder what she says to George the next day, “Hey ass-hole, why didn’t you pick me up last night?” George says “I didn’t get any calls last night.” Cheryl replies “Bullshit, you were screening last night.”
I figure this Georgie guy must be her brother because I don’t know any guy who would be letting his girlfriend go drinking without him, every weekend, and then come pick her stumbling booze hound ass up.
Maybe one night, I’ll pick up the phone and pretend I’m George, ask where she is at, and come pick her up.
I’ll bet George would really appreciate it. And Cheryl will have a story to tell when she enters AA.