Back in the day L,L&L had a bad habit of drunk dialing!
Let me set the stage for you.
We are in college in our early 20’s working in a restaurant and living together.
After work we would take our cash tips and do what any smart college kid would do.
At one point L,L&L was going thru a break up and I did what any good friend would do. I FED HER BEER!
She would start the night strong. I’m not going to call him, she would say. But as the night went on and the beers went down the strength would fade.
When she awoke in the morning she would lay in bed recalling the night’s events. SHIT she would holler out. I called him didn’t I? YEP I replied. DAM DAM DAM why did you let me call him. I tried to stop you I said.
Well next time try harder!
After this happened more than a few times I got smart. One night after many beers I decided to hide the phone from her.
The next morning I didn’t hear that oh so familiar SHIT! Instead it was “why is my phone in the cabinet?"