Okay, so I am sitting here soaking my Thanksgiving Day evening, enjoying myself. A friend of mine is in town and might just cruise by tonight, so I am in no rush to hit the sack. I hear a car drive up into my condo area, thinking it might be him. But he knows there is no parking here-maybe he wants to drop something out of his car. But then the car drives away. I figure maybe he had a brain fart or something. Soon enough it sounds like somebody is trying to unlock my door or open it so I know its him. Soon after, my doorbell rings. Wierd, I gave him my spare key so he can come and go this weekend as he pleases. I figure maybe because the door sticks he thinks I have to open it from the inside or he has his hands full. I turn the light on and walk downstairs to see the silloutte of two figures walking down the drive way to an awaiting car. I turn my light on, open the letter which got my name 90% correct, and read it. It reads as the following:
"Joe, NOV.23.06
I told you that I wasn't the one for games. You really do not understand what love is. i have been real with you from the start i don't know why you chose my son and I to.play around wtih. I guess I am upset because I trusted you and I knew not to. Do not take giving love to my son as a game. He learned to trust you. The way you start is the way you finish.
You know who this is get back at me.
I'll be at my moms for one week. (208) 888-xxxx"
**the typos are not my doing, that is exactly how it is written!
WHAT THE PHQ?! I have no clue who the hell this is! I have no women in my life right now, let alone one with a son! I think I would remember that! Whoever they think lives here-DOES NOT! They got the name right, but added a JR. and tacked on a MR. I never go by Mr! Nor am I a JR!
So I called the number, with *67 of course! The gal on the other line seemed to have no idea to what I was talking about! She seemed a little too interested in what was said in the letter though, so I am pretty sure she knew more than she was leading on to. I figured, "well, whatever, just don't come by again!" She suggests that my friends are messing with me. Yeah, I don't think so. Only two of them even know my BRAND NEW ADDRESS! And I made sure it wasn't printed in the phone book, even if there was an error and it did get printed, what are the chances that one has been printed in the last week?! I think not. I then did a google search on the area code to find out that it belongs to IDAHO! I don't ANYBODY that lives in Idaho! WHAT THE PHQ?!
Talk about WIERD! Anybody else have a funny Thanksgiving story they want to share?!
