A summer of drunken debauchery is good for one thing (besides destroying livers): it fills up your cell phone with all kinds of random names and numbers you have no idea how they got there.
By the end of the summer there were ten or so of these enigmatic entries in my phone. In the following months I was able to figure most of them out, but there were 4 that continued to evade explanation, and for the longest time I've been greatly looking forward to having a few beers one night and calling them up. Thursday, I finally got my chance... and the results were under-whelming. Here, in no particular order, are the outcomes of my four mystery calls.
|Yell||Yellow Cab. Should've figured. Or took the 6 extra seconds to enter in the other five letters.|
|4||Broken number. And I thought "4" and I had such good conversation…|
|SM||The Hawthorne Sportsmart? Why am I drunkenly entering Sportsmart into my phone? Bummer, I was hoping for something else "SM" stand for.|
|Unp||A music publishing company. I have no idea why that's in my phone.|
I'm so disappointed.
On the other hand, I also have in my phone from the summer the names Football John, Handsome Mark and Burnie McBurnvictim. And I know where those names came from.
I guess it wasn't a total let-down.