the automated person
Lauren and I are planning on going to a nice dinner for our anniversary and so she calls the restaraunt to make reservations and gets a message that confuses her. Lauren hands me the phone and says “it’s an automated message, listen to it.” I pick up the phone, dial the same number, raise a glass that I’m drinking out of, and with no ring I hear “Hi, this is Lana, you’ve reached [the restaraunt].”
Since my mouth was full of water, I just hung up.
Posted by Red Scott @ 8:06 pm
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