I wish I were funny and clever enough to create this story but, I’m not. To my inspirational delight, this is an actual account of a conversation between me and a friend “Betty,” that I will keep forever on my cell phone.
This story takes place on the eve of July 12, 2010 and is entirely factual.
REC’D MON @8:28 BETTY SAYS: Hi lovey. Are you home?
SENT MON @8:38 LINDSEY SAYS: yes… ? …
REC’D MON @8:50 BETTY SAYS: omg good. Okay. I’m at a boys house. He lives on 2blocksfromLindsey’shouse Street.
SENT MON @8:51 LINDSEY SAYS: what do you need?! are you okay??…i’ll be RIGHT THERE. [note: this part didn't really happen, but as I'm recounting it I feel I probably should've voiced some concern with the way this conversation began, instead of just waiting for the punchline. So I've taken some poetic license with the story here. You didn't actually believe that "entirely factual" line, did you?]
REC’D MON @8:52 BETTY SAYS: I have a very very bad belly right now so if I show up your doorstep, I need the bathroom.
LMAO! hearing the story from “Betty” and now reading it from you, it makes it sooo much better!