THE LITTLE ROOMMATE WHO WASN'T THERE

    It was last Wednesday night, and I was sitting in my room watching
television when the phone rang. "Hello?" I said.
    A girl's voice came over the line. "Can I speak to Ben, please?"
    I live by myself, and my name definitely is not Ben. It was probably
a wrong number and I was bored. I replied, "I'm sorry, he's not in right
now. Can I take a message?"
    "Do you know what time he'll be back?" she responded.
    "I think he said he'd be home around 10:00."
    Silence on the other end... a confused silence. "Is this Steve?"
    My name isn't Steve, either. This was definitely a wrong number. So
I replied, "Yes, it is. Do you want to leave a message for Ben?"
    "Well... he said he would be home tonight and asked me to call him,"
she said in a slightly irritated voice.
    I replied, "Well, he went out with Karen about an hour ago, and said
that he would be back at 10:00."
    A shocked voice now: "Who's Karen?!"
    "The girl he went out with."
    "I know that! I mean... who is she?"
    "I don't know her last name. Look, do you want me to leave a message
for Ben?"
    "Yes... please do. Tell him to call me when he gets home."
    She was sounding pretty irate at this point, and I could hear her temper
flaring. "I sure will. Is this Jennifer?"
    She exploded, "Who's Jennifer?"
    Apparently she wasn't. "Well... he's going out with Jennifer at 10:00. I
thought you were her. Sorry... it was an honest mistake."
    "Ben's the one that's made the mistake! Tell him that Alice called him and
she's very upset and that I would like him to call me as soon as he gets home."
    I smiled and said, "Okay, I will... but Becky isn't going to like this..."
    *Click*     --the-mouth.com
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