Since moving here some local SoCal jailbird KEEPS calling us.
The first time we were like "Awh, poor fella! He's wasted his one and only phone call on us... poor sap!" When it kept happening, again... and again... and again - especially during "Dancing with the Stars" - enough was enough... but what could we do?
a) Call the number back and tell 'em to stop calling? No! The prison pay phones don't accept incoming calls.
b) Could we get the phone company to block the call? You can block numbers if you sign up for the small monthly charge, BUT you can't block pay phone numbers. Great, so that's a no!
c) Accept the collect call (and the low one time fee of $2.90 for the first minute)? No! The guy could be looking for a new bitch when he gets out. He'll remember my adorable trans-atlantic twang and while twidling his thumbs in solitary, conjure up this picture of some hot-assed young Brit (which ain't too far off). Actually... if he does look like Chris Meloni did in "OZ", well I wouldn't mind that so much would I? Though, with my luck he'd be a lot more like Schillinger than he is like Keller!!!
By the way, just think... when the next "big one" hits... all that King Tut stuff is gonna be sent to the bottom of the Pacific (along with the rest of downtown LA). Why did we have to move here just when the city is due another Northridge incident?
http://www.nbc4.tv/news/2766157/detail.html
Multiple quakes in as many days. Great... we're gonna die!
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