Monday, February 16, 2009

Tring, tring

The phone rings. I notice it’s a local landline number and answer it wondering who it could be.
“Hello… crack… brr… kirk… to Thrupti?” a male voice asks.
“Thrupti? I’m sorry, you have the wrong number,” I reply.
Wrong number hei?”
Haan.”
“Thrupti nahin hei?”
“No.” Duh?
“Then may I know who is on the line?”
HUH?!!?
Now why the hell does he wanna know that? So I ask him and he promptly replies:
“Ok Ma’m. Sorry ma’m.” and hangs up.
Sheesh!!

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