You know it would be nice...

"if you could call somebody..."

First a side note, I'm done with finals, moving, and Boys State, so I should start updating regularly again. Now onto today's story.

So yesterday, I'm driving back from Bowl!ng Green State Un!vers!ty, and heading southeastish to meet my parents so they can give me some stuff, and so I can meet my parents, (more specifically, my Dad) for Father's Day. Well, I refused to drive the ~3 hours to Youngstown, and then the ~3 more hours back to Columbus... so we decided to meet in mid-Ohio.

After playing with my fun mapping program, I find that Mansfield is exactly 1 hour and 52 minutes away from both of us (BGSU + Youngstown). So we decided to both meet in the general area. Well, because I tend to drive fast, I was on pace to get there around 30 minutes before them. Knowing that if Wooster was only about 20 minutes or so farther east, I decide to investigate to see if theres anything to eat in Wooster. Therefore, I decide to use my phone-a-friend on the resident Wooster expert--Michael J. Kasek.

So I whip out my cell phone and scroll down the line. I get to Mike Kasek, and hit dial. My smartphone asks if I would like to dial hit home or cell


Well, I call his cell, and I get a friendly operator who informs me that this number has been disconnected. I find this intriguing, but go hrmm.... and decide to call his house.

So I call his house, and some woman who is not his mother or sister and goes by the name of Shelly answers, and also informs me that he doesn't live there. So around this time, I'm quite confused. So naturally I send Rahkeem a text somewhere along these lines, "So is it just me, or did that twat lapel remove himself from all audial communication devices"

I get a business card in reply less than 5 minutes with his new cell phone on it. So I call him and attempt to ask him if he knows any good places to eat in Wooster... however he's at dinner and doesnt give me a chance to ask my question.

So today, I'm sitting on my computer, and he tells me that they switched to DIGITAL PHONE by Time Warner about 5 months ago, and SBC just never disconnected their number until all of a sudden some lady started getting their calls...

Anyway, he gives me his new number, so I go to his contact page to edit it... and see a note attached to his contact, which is odd... because why would a contact ever have a note attached...



It says Lock - ****
(Where **** is, is the 4 digit combination)

I think for a moment and start to laugh my ass off, because that is the combination to the lock that locks his grill to his porch. You see... their family had their grill stolen off of their back porch about 2 summers ago. So the next summer (last summer) his wonderful mother decided to buy a heavy duty lock to attach it to the porch.

Well bless her heart, but she wrote the combination on the dry erase board on the side of the refridgerator. So one day, I decided to write it down on my phone in case some shananagans were neccessary.

The plan was, on one of the last days before everyone left for college to steal it and hide it in his garage, or relock it to something excessive like his patio swing. But we never got around to it. However, the note was still in my phone.

This made my laugh, but in retrospect this story was rather anticlimatic.

To make up for it, here's a quote of the day: "If I had a lot of disposable income, I'd buy a shit load of disposable diapers and dispose of them immediately because diapers are gross."

"You know you're dead wrong... for sendin' me straight to voicemail"