Not quite a year ago I entered the modern era of cell phones. No longer do I have a simple phone to make calls and take rather bad pictures, now I have a smart phone plus an inexpensive data plan that gives me unlimited texts and streaming (go Virgin mobile and dump your contract).
I very rarely get wrong numbers, mostly they are from a little league coach from a neighboring county. He somehow mixed up a number and ended up with phone. Texts are also very rarely not for me, the one notable exception being the series featured here.
I tried to inform the sender that I wasn't her baby daddy and from there it got even funnier. The whole idea of me, a middle aged woman, being a baby daddy, is to me beyond hilarious.
I haven't heard from her since.
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