So I was a weed dealer(canada) with large turnover. My supplier was outski so I went to bigfat stephs'. Now being that I had not been there for a year and a half I was not able to "in and out"- that would offend her. So there i am sitting in her appartment and "brrrrinnnng, brrrrinnng" steph's land line was ringing. She answers it, tells em "wrong no." and hangs up, mentioning nothing of it. A second later my celly starts ringing and it's laurel who works at esquires coffee. "ok I'll be at esquires in an hour" hang up.. Steph says "did you give someone my number" "no why?" Steph proceeds to tell me the misplaced call she recieved showed up esquires and that the caller asked for "mike". I said "shit no, I didn't tell anyone I was even coming here. O.k, 1) I hadn't been to bigfat stephs house in over a year. 2) Hadn't seen her either in that time period. 3) laurel from esquires did not know steph 4) (clincher-) My cell no. and stephs home phone were 2 didgit's different. Me and steph sitting there realizing the gravity and seemingly endless depth of this quincadence were mindfucked. Oh yeah Laurel is kind of small, iridesant skin (whitewhitewhite) more white than blond hair and has a speech impedament that does not allow her to correctly pronounce her name! Laurel-"lawool"
that's a funny coincidence, but i think the fact that you buy weed from someone named bigfat steph is even funnier
Pretty cool story. A bit more compelling than the thing of going to call someone and picking up the phone and there is no dial tone. Then you realize that the person you were going to call beat you to it and you answered before the phone could ring!
