a certain individual from church whom many know and who begged like a girl not to be named on the basis that he is single and wants to *koff* look good, needed T's help, and in so needing, wanted his number. i already knew something fishy was up at the overly sweet, "hello how are you you're so nice right remember how nice i am to you too gibberish", but nevermind that. what he said after is what i wanted to point out.
him: have you got T's number?
me: no, i don't. i only see him at church on sundays.
him: oh. i can't get his help then?
me: yup.
him: oh.
me: yup.
him: but did you tell him?
me: i told you to call him. (and then, not being able to stand it anymore) of course i have his number you nitwit! it's blablabla...
like, what the?
(and no, no prizes for guessing. too easy!)
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