Wrong Number….Again.

There’s this guy who has my number.  Unfortunately for him, he has the wrong number.

One year and one month ago I got this text:

Wrong number:  Yo, Brett, Dude….Fantasy Football this year?  Pick your teams.

Me: Yo, Dude, Who’s Brett? And why is he fantasizing about football? Is that what guys fantasize   about nowadays?

Wrong number:  ROFL  Who is this?

Me:  Not Brett. And my fantasies don’t really involve playing any kind of football. I might break a hip.

Wrong number:  LOL . Sorry!  This was my friend Brett’s number.

Me:  No worries, Dude.  Good luck with the FF.

Wrong number:  LOL

One Year Later (for those of us not good at math, like me, last month):

Wrong number:  Hey you still up for fantasy football?

Me:  I’m the wrong number you texted last year.  And I haven’t learned a thing about FF since we last spoke.  And I’m still old enough to break a hip and never recover.

Wrong number:  LMAO.  No problem.

Me:  Maybe next year.

Wrong number:  Who is this lol

Me:  I’m Chicken!   We do not know each other, though.  Unless Kevin Bacon is somehow involved.

Wrong number:  LMAO haha idk why I have you saved under my buddy Brett’s number.

Me:  Yup.  Brett. That’s the one.  I don’t know him either.  Good luck with your league, though. Really, it’s lucky for you I’m not playing.  I’d probably win ALL the fantasies about footballs, and everyone would be mad that you let the wrong number lady play.

Wrong number:  LOL Good luck in life. (Do I sense nervousness here?)

Me:  Thank you, Dude.  You too.  Same time next year?

Wrong number:  lol. Thanks.

You know what I like about this guy?  He’s polite, consistent and he doesn’t give up on his friends.  You know what is really ironic about this situation?  Not many people are named Brett, but my girls happened to grow up with one, so I can’t help but wonder if the Brett my kids grew up with is the one degree of separation between Wrong Number and me.

It’s a small world, isn’t it?  Some day, I’ll be somewhere, maybe Sports Authority, for instance, on a Tuesday night at 8 pm, and I’ll hear this young store clerk talking to another clerk about a strange chick he keeps texting by mistake every year about Fantasy Football.  He’ll mention how, at first, it was really funny, but this year she invited him to Thanksgiving with her and her family, which was really, like, creepy,  you know? And of course, he said no, but thanks anyway, lol, and now he’s afraid she might be stalking him because he keeps getting this feeling like he’s being watched.

Like I would ever stalk somebody.  Not that I will be ignored, either.

Chicken out.

fantasy football

Credit: Associated Press

  28 comments for “Wrong Number….Again.

  1. September 18, 2013 at 12:32 pm

    This made me smile. Stranger things have happened, and I somehow have a feeling this story is not completed yet. I'll be looking for you on ESPN, talking about your FF picks-


  2. September 18, 2013 at 12:40 pm

    Havent gotten the wrong number text yet. Of course I just started texting recently.

    Did send an IM to the wrong person once. Would not be filed under Labels: funny or humor tho.


  3. September 18, 2013 at 7:07 pm

    Unless, of course, he's been yanking your chain with his “wrong numbers” schtick … do you feel like you're being stalked? …


  4. September 18, 2013 at 7:18 pm

    Too funny. I think he'll be your son in law one day. 😉


  5. September 18, 2013 at 10:28 pm

    Hi Shelly, Me on ESPN? Well, it's not on my vision board, but I suppose I could give it a try….


  6. September 18, 2013 at 10:29 pm

    Simply Suthern-oh, reaaally…do tell!


  7. September 18, 2013 at 10:30 pm

    Jenny_0 Whoa…..my mind just blew up….yikes.

    Wait! Jenny…maybe HE is BRETT.


  8. September 18, 2013 at 10:31 pm

    This comment has been removed by the author.


  9. September 18, 2013 at 10:32 pm

    Hilary. ROLF, LMAO, LOL I don't think so!!:-)


  10. September 19, 2013 at 6:25 am

    I sense more posts coming about this!!
    Made me smile!
    Congratulations on POTW.


  11. September 19, 2013 at 9:33 am

    Congrats on your POTW. Very funny and clearly your text friend realizes you have a great sense of humor!


  12. September 19, 2013 at 1:53 pm

    hilarious! congrats on your POTW!


  13. September 19, 2013 at 1:59 pm

    Very funny. We are definitely amused!


  14. September 19, 2013 at 3:21 pm

    funny, funny, funny. Congrats on POTW


  15. September 19, 2013 at 3:59 pm

    Pretty amusing, obviously brett wasn't a close friend


  16. September 19, 2013 at 8:51 pm

    haha! Please tell us when he forgets and texts you again.

    Congrats on the POTW.


  17. September 19, 2013 at 10:49 pm

    Hi Jackie-you never know. We'll see if he remembers to delete my number sometime this year.Thanks and thanks for visiting!


  18. September 19, 2013 at 10:50 pm

    Tabor-Thank you! What a nice surprise it was. I think he has a great sense of humor!


  19. September 19, 2013 at 10:50 pm

    Thank you TexWis Girl and thank you for linking:-)


  20. September 19, 2013 at 11:13 pm

    Hi Lynne-thank you for visiting. I hope you are having fun in Vancouver, if you are still there. I enjoyed visiting your blogs, as well!


  21. September 19, 2013 at 11:30 pm

    Hi Linda-thank you! I enjoyed visiting your blog today and reading the fireball story. Maybe aliens?


  22. September 19, 2013 at 11:36 pm

    Out on the Prairie-I remember thinking that same thing! It does not seem to be a well-balanced friendship, does it? Thanks for visiting-I enjoyed visiting your blog and seeing some of your work. Your dogs are adorable!


  23. September 19, 2013 at 11:43 pm

    Hi Kerry-I will! I hope he does. Maybe I'll pretend to be Brett, play FF, and blog about it. Congrats to you on YOUR POTW. I loved your post.


  24. September 20, 2013 at 12:23 am

    ya know..it is almosssst worth learning stupid FF.


  25. September 20, 2013 at 1:48 am

    Key word, “almost”!!


  26. September 20, 2013 at 8:28 pm

    This had me intrigued and smiling all the way through. Great post! Congrats on POTW.


  27. September 20, 2013 at 10:51 pm

    Hi Gail-thank you, and also for taking the time to read and comment. I enjoyed visiting your blog, too. Your photos are great and the blue men were hilarious.


  28. September 25, 2013 at 1:47 am

    *snort* Or should I say Cockadoodle-Doo!

    Congratulations on your POTW.


Your turn...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

B.I. Redux

One chicken. So many roads.

Mind the Wanderings

One chicken. So many roads.

Hamlets & Hyperspace

Sci Fi & Fantasy Book Reviews

The Phil Factor

Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Let's Its Hair Down

Delight In Your Garden

a gardener, foodie, reader and writer

Freethinkers Anonymous

It's another story.


Come for the laughs, stay for the lunacy

Patrick Tillett

One chicken. So many roads.

jenny's lark

the beauty of an ordinary life

Momentum of Joy

Spirituality, Reality, & Everything In Between

Object Relations

"A Word of Substance"


A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.

Wishbone Soup Cures Everything

One chicken. So many roads.

I'm Sick and So Are You

Observations on life with a rare disease

The Way I Sew It

One chicken. So many roads.

Cup on the Bus

One chicken. So many roads.

idioglossia: the blog

Be open, be free, a space for anything unsaid and unsayable.

Think Stew

One chicken. So many roads.

Procrastinating Donkey

One chicken. So many roads.


“Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that some spirit is manifest in the laws of the universe, one that is vastly superior to that of man.” - Albert Einstein

Trainride Of The Enigmas

One chicken. So many roads.

Genial Misanthrope

One chicken. So many roads.

The AC is On

One chicken. So many roads.

%d bloggers like this: