...........On a steamy late May night.
Just a hair after midnight last Thursday night on I75 northbound just south of Lexington. I figured I'd text our good friend Jeff(nekkidhillbilly) and see what's up at the Kentucky State Police post. Unbeknownst to me, I'd copied his number wrong at some point in the past. Mind you I'd texted this number before and gotten REPLIES. Well I'd been up since before 5am so I was a tad bit sleepy. What happened next woke me up thoroughly.
I send a text simply saying "wassup sexy"
About 3 seconds later my phone rings, with his name displaying so I answer.
On the other end of the line is this screeching, bat-shit-crazy woman(I think) whose name is either Ashley or Ashty, or some combination of the two. She is SCREAMING at me in some incomprehensible barrage of insults. I finally make out that this IS a woman, she IS married, and she THINKS I'm a two-bit floozy who is trying to steal her man.
I've been getting a bunch of random texts today from that number which I think is the husbands, and another number that has a signature "Chris & Ashley &hearts." I assumed by now one of them would have called and deciphered that by my Über manly voicemail, I am not 1) A hussie out to bone her man, and 2) Not the tranny with a bad wig and terrible makeup at the Pilot off I64 by Winchester wanting to go Heather Brooke on her man.
I've wondered if this was just Jeff fucking with me. But sadly it is not. I would call and try to explain that it is a mis-directed late night text message, but I honestly can't understand two words in sequence this person says. Part of me wants to really fuck with them hardcore, but at the same time I don't want to piss someone off in the backwoods of Kentucky and have them find me.
what to do, what to do?