This is too hysterical not to share. Last night, Robert and I went to Theo’s with my mom and her beau. The evening was nice but after we left, I realized I’d forgotten my cell phone. I freaked. I called mom to see if she was still there. She wasn’t. I called the bar and luckily they had it. I drove back to retrieve my precious iPhone. The bartender even asked me a security question (what is your background picture?) to make sure it didn’t fall into the wrong hands. I greatly appreciated that…
I got back into the car, beloved phone in hand. I opened my text messages. I gaped in horror. Whomever found my phone and graciously turned it in, had also pulled a little prank…
I immediately called my mom. She had been duped! I had to talk her OFF THE LEDGE. I even had to convince her that I really didn’t send “the text”. Apparently, she didn’t put two and two together when I told her I thought I lost my phone…only minutes before she got “the text”. In shock, she showed “the text” to her man-friend and they proceeded to have a conversation about it. It went something like this:
“Is this for real?”, she gasped.
“It isn’t something she would joke about, right?”, he answered.
“Why would she send that to me in a text,” she wondered.
“She’s probably embarrassed and scared,” he replied.
“All we can do now is celebrate and be happy for her,” he suggested.
“This is such shock,” she mused.
Well, much to her relief and to the stranger’s presumed glee…it was all a pregnant prank. I have to admit, it was a pretty ballsy/hilarious thing to do…to someone else of course.
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