Wrong Number!
Whoa!!! Someone got a WRONG NUMBER! For the past two weeks, I've been receiving calls on my work phone for someone named Sarita (sp?). These calls have been occuring toward the end of the week...Thursdays and Fridays. Apparently, Sarita has been passing out flyers on the Santa Monica Pier for her escort service. Most of the men calling have sounded kinda' meek and shy. I ask them what phone number they just called. Yup, that's my number. No one here named Sarita. After a few more of these calls, I found out that Sarita was advertising her "services" on Craigslist. Yikes! I e-mailed Craiglist administrator to get my phone number offa' there!
Sarita is a poor typist. No wonder she can't get a regular job!
Have a marvelous weekend, everyone!
Labels: Los Angeles
posted by Ellen Bloom @ 4:02 PM
8 Comments:
LOL! I'm sorry it's given you such a headache, but it is too funny. Are you sure Sarita isn't your secret identity?
Let me know if you have further problems.
craig
craig@craigslist.org
Ellen is "wild and witty" but Ellen surely does NOT have to advertise.
That sure beats the calls I get at work for "Judge Alex". Our 800 number is VERY close to his.
Have a great weekend.
As you can see, I'm trying to get back into the blogging world...again. And SOME DAY I want to make it out to Farmers to meet you and Laurie P.
Tootles~
What a nightmare for you, but oh so funny! Poor Sarita, missing all those calls...of course I'm wondering if you asked the guys if they had a yarn fetish? If any said yes, you might've been able to make a little money on the side. Hehe.
Sarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrita!!
That's purty funny. And those phones are FABULOUS!!! Please tell me they aren't yours (only b/c I'd be too jealous).
Mmmmmm. Judge Alex....
Hey Monkeygrrrrl....No,, those colorful telephones aren't mine. I wish they were. This is a "found" photo from the nets!
MWAHAHAHA!!! Too funny!! You poor kid. :)
Oh, as an afterthought, that reminds me of the time several years back that (for months and months) we would get calls for "shon-tay" (I'm spelling the way they were pronouncing it), sometimes as late 3 or 4 in the monrning!! anyway, hubby finally got tired of being woke up and he responded in the best "gangsta" voice he could put on, "no! Shon-tay in jail for poppin a cap in a drive by!" would you believe the calls stopped after that??? ROFL!!
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