hasselhoff

I remember a this friend of mine back in Charlotte who used to work at some shitty wharehouse for Bell South. One day they got a package from a customer that contained a phone and a hand written note.

It read "I no want this pone. take it back. Luv B. Dexter."

That was pretty dang funny. It hung on the refrigerator for a number of days.

I can never think of anything relevant to talk about at the end of the day. I'm always thinking about interesting things when I'm at work though - sucks. Oh well.