This is how I imagine the call going… I never got her number, so this can’t possibly happen, but “what if?” I do remember her name, though. Maybe she’ll remember mine. She’s a friend of a friend of a friend.

Enjoy the silence.

I met a girl named Tim last night dressed as Dorothy Gail (from the Wizard of Oz). She had glass slippers and told me that she didn’t have time to find ruby red slippers. I told her in the original novel, the slippers were silver. We got to talking. She’s pretty cool. I didn’t get her number though. I feeling a bit ill, so I just went to bed.