The Craziest Phone Call…
Greetings my dear Gothlings!
Last night, while I was helping tend the bar at my family’s restaurant, I received what quickly became the craziest phone call I’ve ever had in my entire insanity and stupidity filled life among the mundanes. Now, usually when I answer the restaurant’s phone to take down a reservation I do get a plethora of idiotic questions or having to speak with people who have little or no phone skills or manners what-so-ever, but this phone call really took the cake!!! Here’s what went down: (I promise you this really happened, my good friend Victor Noirlocke was there to witness this phone call)
The phone rings and I pick up: “Chez Napoleon, bonsoir,” I answer. Pause. Then an accented male voice responds:
“You speak English?” Pause.
“Excuse me?” I reply in confusion.
“You speak English?”
“Yes. I’m speaking English right now.” Then the real wackiness ensues!
“I want to leave a message to Alain Delon…the actor Alain Delon. Please tell him that I am ready to meet him when ever he wants. If he wants me to shoot him I can shoot him. President Obama has given me a gun to do so. I will meet him where ever he wants. Please make sure Mr. Delon gets this message.”
I respond…very simply…”O.k. Will do!” and hang up immediately on this complete FREAK!!!!!! WTF?!?!?!?!?
I swear, 98% of the people in this world are soooooo fucking insane!
See you in the Dark!
Sir William Welles