Since moving back, I have received, on average, 1 wrong number call per week. I do not seem to recall such a rate of calls in New York.
This morning, at 10 am, my phone buzzes with a text. I pick it up and read:
"Did u sleep well princess?"
It's from a number I don't have saved in my contacts, a 647 number (the newest GTA area code, which I think was added due to the explosion of cell phone numbers, Toronto getting its one after New York, which has 646 and which kind of confused me when I first saw the text because I thought it might have been someone in New York texting me. Anyways). I consider my options; hell, maybe it IS someone I know, someone who has a predilection for calling me Princess (which, I suppose, is not completely out of the realm of possibility). So I text back:
"Who is this?"
As of yet, I have received no response. I hope the anonymous sender is sufficiently chastised, and will, in the future, double check the number to which he is sending his sexy texts. Either that or LOSE SOME WEIGHT SO YOUR FAT FAT FINGERS DON'T HIT THE WRONG BUTTONS.
I'm not really angry about it, I just thought the caps looked kinda funny. Oh, yes, and happy day-after-Canada-Day. Hooray Canada!