So I'm sitting here watching MTV late at night. The phone rings, only it's not me. It's my wife's phone. I just had a row with her about immigration. So I'm PXXX, upset. I answer. It's some guy, a bit not articulate. He mutters something about weed, he has a Limerick accent. I tell him he has a wrong number. He calls back, I tell him again. He calls again. Now I'm piXXEd. I tell him I have no weed or coke and hang up. He calls again. So I tell him that jokingly that I executed (shot some guy although it wasn't me, true though, it happens regularly in Dublin
) a guy who gave someone grief the other day. He insults me and I get aggressive. At this point I hand the phone to my wife. He calls again. He doesn't seem to get the message. Now both of us are having fun with this. She threatens him too. We both end up laughing.
In a funny way it brought us back together after our silly row. But we both were bothered by the call. Clearly someone was calling his dealer and misdialled. Which is hilarious for both of us. Because my wife is the straightious person I ever met.
Which is more than be said for some of the skydivers I know living as they do in a very liberal town.
It's quite weird.
