Toothpaste

There's nothing more gratifying than when you break up with someone and you're having a GREAT morning...you look AMAZING. the BEST pot of coffee EVER is tickling your insides and your cell phone rings, interupting your perfect moment of celebration...and it's him. You clear your throat and with your Wonder Woman voice, you say, "Hello?" like you're not quite sure who it could possibly be because you've erased him from speed dial and clearly after a week, you've already blocked his digits from your memory bank (wink-wink) and the phone goes dead.

Hmm...weird. So as a chick, instead of waiting for the ringer to attack your heart strings, yet again, you call him back. That's the only obvious choice...and he answers, "Hello." A big breath leads you into, "Well good morning, you called?" Here's the kicker...wait for it, fuck it, don't wait we all know what happened...his response:
"Oh hey, I've been messing with my battery in my cell phone and dialed you by mistake. Sorry. I'll call ya later."

OH MY GOD. REALLY? FOR FUCK'S SAKE...REALLY?

Moral:
Stop. Dialing. Strangers. (Big smile. Lots of of teeth.)