Good morning fruitcake

And I'm not talking the variety with nuts and candied fruits.

I probably shouldn't have answered my phone at 7 a.m. during my Christmas break, but what the hell. I did.

And now I have officially undergone a rite of passage for every woman in our society: the pervert prank caller.

I suppose some people might have been outraged or highly flustered to have someone they don't know whisper, "What kind of panties are you wearing?" at 7 a.m. over the phone. I was more having to hold back all sorts of colorful comments, things like, "It's flippin' 7 a.m., what the hell do you think I am wearing?" or "No man, what are YOU wearing?"

And to make matters worse, I was immediatly transported to that scene in Mel Brooks' "High Anxiety," when Madeline Kahn thinks someone has made a similar call to her. "I know a lot of the other girls are turned on by these sort of kinky phone calls, but I really couldn't care less ... what are you wearing? Jeans? I bet they're tight."

Of course, good judgement prevailed and I said nothing and hung up. I eventually had to unplug the phone because he kept calling. The dude must have been really desperate for some phone sex or something. Like, has he never heard of the Internet?

I now feel I am finally part of the common experience. Wow. Thanks pervert dude.

;-)

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