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Funny phone call

Funniest thing I've read today (OK, I'm running behind) was this post from the fine folks at the Wren's Nest which includes two pretty interesting phone calls

[that blog post from 2012 is long gone, here's a copy]

Then, I got a weird phone call:

LAIN: Good afternoon, the Wren’s Nest!

GRANDMOTHER: Hi, I’m a grandmother.

LAIN: Okay.

GRANDMOTHER: And I would like you to pay my electric bill.

LAIN: (scrambling for an answer) That’s …not really what we do here.

GRANDMOTHER: (sounding dignified) Yes, but I’m a grandmother.  I’m raising my grandchildren.  I just need some help with my electrical bill.

LAIN:  I’m sorry, but we’re a house museum.  A non-profit house museum, and we’re hurting as well.

GRANDMOTHER:  You don’t understand.  I’m a grandmother.

LAIN: Ma’am?

GRANDMOTHER: (hangs up)

…..

Then, I dialed a wrong number and got this message:

ANSWERING MACHINE: This is about pimpin’!  And that means money!  And if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t got no businesses with this pimp.  So, check your pockets.  Got money?  Get pimpin’.

BEEP.

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