Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Brueseke Brothel

I wrote a post a while back about how no good phone calls happen in the wee hours.
The last phone call at 3:00 was worse, but the one last night at 2:00 wasn't great.

We're sleeping (obviously it's 2am.), and Ché had just woken up from a bad dream (yelling No, No, No is the indicator). I had come back to bed after checking on him, and the phone rang. Now, last time the phone rang during the early morning hours it was because my Dad had passed away. I definately expected the worst.

However this is the conversation that followed:

Me: Hello

Man: Hey

Me: Yes?

Man: You were supposed to send a girl over and I haven't heard from you.

Me: I think you have the wrong number.

Man: Are you sure?

Me: Positive

I hung up the phone at that point. He didn't seem like he believed me that we weren't a whore house. Of course my wonderful imagination made it hard to get back to sleep what with the thinking about police knocking in our door to break up our red light activities, or strange man on the phone coming by to make sure we didn't short him his ho.

Sigh, life is always interesting.

7 comments:

Katie said...

Via NaComLeavMo...
that sounds like one hell of a night!
I've tagged all the people I've commented on today in a getting to know you meme, hope you'll join in.

Konrad said...

Are you sure Mike hasn't been running a little side business? Has he had any extra disposable income lately? Has he been walking around with a top hat, cane, and extra bling?

Resplendentquetzal said...

You know Konrad... it would be fine if I actually saw some of the money... but I haven't. Besides which he could always dress better to, I mean holey shirts and torn shorts just doesn't say pimp to me.

SAHW said...

OMG...yuck...well, I guess it's better than the other kind of middle of the night call you could get. Once I had someone call me collect from a prison...scary!

visiting from NCLM.

DC said...

LOL! I'm dying to know who has the "real" number. I think I'd have to start dialing variations of my phone number. I'm nosy like that.

Queenie. . . said...

Did they show up on your caller ID?

In a related story, I was once trying to hail a cab in Boston after meeting friends for a few drinks one night, and a guy and girl pulled over in a car. I was dressed in jeans and a turtelneck--not exactly a provocative look. The man said something, but I didn't hear him, so I said "excuse me?" He replied "what are you--picky??" At which point, I VERY huffily informed him that I wasn't a hooker. He looked mortified, and tore out of there.

starsgoblue said...

LMAO. I would have a fit if that happened to me.