Confessions of A Naughty Girl

The Worst Booty Call Ever

In all of the excitement of the past weekend, I forgot to share an interesting story because it did occur on Friday night, just before I left for New York. Actually, technically it occurred on Saturday morning.

I received the worst booty call ever.

Second Chance called me, and to paraphrase, stated that he was "looking for a place to stay" because he had witnessed a stabbing outside his friend's apartment and was freaked out. And drunk. At 3:57 am on a Friday night.

I'm sorry, but that should win some sort of prize, whether the alleged stabbing took place or not. I was half tempted to remind him that I am a human being and not a homeless shelter, but I didn't want to disturb him in his potentially delicate and troubled state of mind, so I simply did not return the phone call. Ridiculous.

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posted by KA @ 11:41 PM