Friday, March 09, 2007

In which I receive voice mail

I got a replacement phone through and happily was able to keep my same number.

Then I got a text to tell me I had a voice mail.

I dial the number to listen to a message beginning thus:

"You fucking bastard you ...." and much more in a similar vein.

Thanks mum, I love you too.



In her defence she was under the impression she was leaving a message for the bag thief.

8 comments:

Foilwoman said...

That's actually kind of sweet. In a rather disturbing way.

Steg said...

Bless 'er! No greater love hath a woman for her daughter than to ring the number of a recently stolen mobile and leave a shitload of verbal abuse for the thief.
Nice one, J.J.'s mum.
Do we get the full transcript?

Reidski said...

superb - simply superb!

JoeinVegas said...

Oh, Mum, I didn't know you could sound like that!

Gill said...

Ah, mum's! Who else will fight our corner in a cruel hard world? Don't forget to buy her flowers next week and write a suitable message on the card...

timesnewroman said...

That is absolutely priceless. Total gem.

Brom said...

Great story! I hope you have had some sucess sorting everything out?

J.J said...

Thanks to all...my mum is a one off.