Yesterday my phone rang with an unrecognized number. I upgraded my phone a few months ago and lost about 10 percent of my contacts, and since calls from numbers that aren't in my contacts usually end up being of a sales pitch of some sorts I always let it go to voicemail.
Then I got a text. It was from Jonathon Erdeljac from Jonathon's Oak Cliff, maker of some of Dallas' best brunch gut bombs.
Him: Sorry, butt dial.
Me: New phone, I'm clueless anyway
Him: Did you ever see the final "All in One" waffle? This thing has been flying out of our kitchen, 100+ orders per weekend
Me: Quit sending me dirty texts
Him: Can't help it, I have a problem.
1111 N. Beckley Ave., Dallas, TX