Who hasn’t had this phone call?
I used to carry handcuff keys with me on my regular key ring. While on a camping trip, a couple lost their key and ended up having to go to the local police station to get them off.
I still do carry a handcuff key on my keyring. It’s come in handy more times than you would believe.
I REALLY don’t want to know..
and yet, I do.
Four times when friends put on handcuffs without knowing where the keys were.
Once to remove a very interesting bracelet a friend showed up at my door wearing.
Not quite this one, but close.
Best sign yet.
Never in my life have I ever had anything remotely resembling this phone call. What kind of friends do you have???
The kind of friends that expect help moving bodies.
The kind who would just drop everything come help and never ask a question about it.
75 and Parker? I know that intersection. I really don’t think there’s a motel there, it’s all shopping centers!
Omar must be drunk or high. Possibly both.
Should I say I’ve been on both ends of the conversation????
Only if the statute of limitations has run out.
I’m suprised I haven’t gotten this all from James yet.
I love the near-Zevon quote. Are you a fan?
Ex-Husband: I need you to pick me up. And, bring the saving account.
Me: What? Why?!!! And where are you…….?
Me: What the FUCK are you doing in Vegas? Are you in jail?
Ex: No. Not…exactly.
Me: Define “not…exactly.”
Ex: Um…………………………………..it’s complicated?
Ex: Umm……………………………………………….I love you?
Me: What’s the address?>sigh<
Ex: Blah, blah, blah…
Me: Thanks. You should be seeing the process servers within 72 hours, John. I'd say it's been nice, but I'd be lying. At least it's been interesting.
It was the THIRD TIME something wierd like this had happened.
Made one 520 mile round trip for a friend like that and another 160 mile run back home after a call at 01:20 that dragged me away from the warm embraces of a wonderfully flexible lady.
If you don’t have friends who can call you for help in a crisis at any time, day or night, you really don’t have friends.
Once answered the phone at my girlffriend’s apartment while she was at work. (Pre-caller ID days) thinking it was her calling from work. Got her ex making the same call. Hung up to the sound of him screaming that it wasn’t fair and he should get another phone call.
Now that is just beautiful!
This is possibly the best set of comments ever.
The problem with my circle of friends is that we tend to be involved when that phone call needs to be made. On the bright side, that allows for more flexibility “you call the lawyer, you call the bail bondsman, you call the 1st Sgt. . . “
A good friend isn’t one who you can call and have him call the First Shirt, a good friend is one who looks over at you and says
“She didn’t look like no cop, did she?.”
In my younger days, I had to bail a Fraternity Brother out of jail. Being in uniform for an ROTC thing, I was able to walk back with the jailer to get him. Some forlorn looking fellow got to his feet right when I walked in and starting blabbering on about how sorry he was, with lots of sirs put in for good measure.
I once had to take two cabs and a train to rescue one of my Army buddies from a Frankfurt brothel and its angry Turkish bouncer at 2am. I was so pissed, I made him walk the last five miles back to the barracks.
I have had one or two calls almost this strange, but they turned out to be wrong numbers. It’s just seriously bizarre listening to someone pouring their heart out on your answering machine. (Or voice-mail, in more recent days.) Do these people not even listen to the message? I mean, look, lady, do I sound like your daughter?
Hehe. I know where that is!
Or another way to frame the issue.
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