Cell phone mishaps

Twice this past week, I happily went into my cell phone saved numbers, confidently selected a number to call, and then when the person answered on the other end, it turned out to not be the person I was meaning to call. Thereafter ensued one of those awkward conversations wherein one pretends they meant to do that, because of course anyone in one's cell phone is someone one would like to talk to, but still tries to get off the phone quickly.

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Elísabet said…
au contraire! fullt af fólki í mínum síma sem ég vil ALLS ekki hringja í, nema eiga við þá erindi.
June 16, 2009 at 8:22 PM
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