my night was a version of this. i know, it's a freakin' sa-weet friday.
except this time, the highlight was a phone call from a man trying to sell new siding for my home.
it went a little something like this:
random man: hello there! how are you doing this evening?
me: i'm fine, thanks.
random man: i'm calling from *&^(@# company. is your mom home?
(insert awkward pause)
me: um, i own this home.
yes, thanks for asking. i do hate life.
what in the hell?