Mistaken confidentiality
An excited 3 AM call about his first homosexual experience in desperate confidentiality to June, was followed by my response of, "Um, you have the wrong number."
An excited 3 AM call about his first homosexual experience in desperate confidentiality to June, was followed by my response of, "Um, you have the wrong number."
"But I AM a girl," I told the librarian as she shooed me out of the restroom.
I was thoroughly disappointed when I realized that Ms. Schiefericke, whom I had thought to be the young, beautiful, blonde woman I saw standing in the hall outside of her precalculus class, was actually a 70-year-old English teacher.
There's this guy at my work who goes completely out of his way to be polite and call me by my name, but he thinks it's Martha and I dont have the courage to let him know otherwise.
The three friends (thinking I was someone else) were quite shocked that instead of bashing my head in at that gas station parking lot they had came so very close to meeting their maker.