Dad: “Am I in trouble with you?”
Sarah: “Not that I know of, why?”
Dad: “Well I gave your number out.”
Sarah: “Bathroom stall again, or someone I actually know this time.”
Dad: “A guy that you worked with the summer you graduated high school called looking for you.”
Sarah: “Well that would explain a random text message I got from your area code that used numbers for words. Do me a favor and don’t give my number out to people who speak twelve-year-old girl, and are unable spell simple words.”
Dad: “I thought you liked that text messaging stuff.”
Sarah: “ I do with friends and people who can type real words. Dad, just don’t give my number out to anyone please.”
Dad: “Well I guess I’m lucky your mom has the number on the fridge since you don’t give it out.”
Sarah: “Anyone involved in my conception can have my number, at least for now.”
The text message in question was:
Whatthe hell u been up 2 good looken?
I didn’t reply for obvious reasons, yet he felt the need to follow up with:
Hello r u ther?
Seriously? I’ll be calling my dad back tomorrow to let him know he is indeed in trouble, and the only way to make it up to me is to buy the guy a dictionary. For adults.