Why I love my weird friends #428: I get the most hilarious voicemail messages.

[missroserose]

My cell phone rings here at work, and since I don't generally answer said phone unless I recognize the number, I let it go to voicemail. Surprisingly, the caller actually leaves a message (usually this time of day all I get are telemarketers). I dial up the voice mail system and listen to the following (and for those of you who don't know him, I should point out that Justin is a soft-spoken individual who doesn't ever seem to get upset by anything, so the following was all said in a very laid-back, bemused tone):

Hey Rose, it's Justin. I just set my hair on fire...it smells kind of funny and is all singed now. But I love the way it feels when you've set it on fire, all crumbly and soft and ashy...Anyway, I have Saturdays off now, except for the 28th I'll be having Saturday off and working Sunday...so I was wondering if you'd like to get together, maybe go see a movie, like that there Watchmen everyone's talking about...send me an email, or call and talk to my family, or get in touch somehow. See you later...

Comments

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I recommend you ask him to put out his hair before entering the house--it's a bit bright.

[errant-variable.livejournal.com]

No, that's just Justin. Although it's a shame he won't be able to capture any more light thoughts.