At exactly 12AM on August 23rd an unidentified woman deemed it necessary to leave me a message on my voicemail that consisted solely of her saying the word "penis" in a crowded room before hanging up.
About a month before this, Gabriel called from the Greek restaurant I had been working at for several days to tell me the batshit crazy woman who ran the place had decided to hire someone else and didn't plan on paying me for my work because she considered it "unpaid training". I didn't pick up because I already knew.
Two months prior, Daniel called from the airport to set up what we would do when he got home from California, and I would have picked up if I hadn't polished off two bottles of wine with his roommate.
Last night the messages were about safe rides home, Disney movies, and the end of a 4-month sex drought.
Does anyone save my messages?
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