Oh, man. I just had the best wrongly dialed phone conversation I’ve ever had at work. This has to be shared. And just to pre-empt it, NO, this is not fiction. Text in red is, let’s call her, Natasha.
*women answers, Russian accent* “Hello?”
“Hi, is Shahla ****** there?”
“I need a man.”
“Um, Shahla ******?”
“I need a man. A boy. Are you a nice man?”
“I’m looking for Shahla ******? Is Shahla there?”
“For relationship. For friendship. I need a man. Please.”
“Are you Shahla?”
“What is Shahla? I need man.”
“I’m looking for SHAHLA ******.”
“No. Good bye.”
And to cut my self-styled comedic friends off at the pass, yes, yes, I missed my opportunity at a Russian mail-order bride. I hope the shotgun method of trying to get married every time the phone rings works out for her.