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I Just Called, To Say…

I was warm and snug in my bed this morning, dreaming wonderful dreams when all of the sudden the phone rings. I look at the clock which reads 6:00 a.m. and pick up the phone wondering who in the wide world would call me at six in the morning. In my early morning delirium I barely recognize through the bad connection that it’s Al.

“Al?”, I ask, “Is that you?”

Now if Al is calling the house at six in the morning, then something bad must have happened. Is he sick? Did he lose a limb to barracuda or capsize his skiff after getting caught in a dangerous tropical storm? A bit dramatic, but it could happen. As I come to my senses, I finally ask him –

“Al, what’s wrong?”. To which he responds –

“Jason, it’s 8:00 in the morning here and it’s about 73 degrees. The water is perfectly calm and we’re heading out fishing. I just wanted to call you and let you know.”

Thanks, Jerk-face!


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