Last night the phone rang and when I said hello a female voice fumbled around and started babbling in reply. I’m a nice person so I figured she had the wrong number and didn’t know what to say. I waited patiently until she got her mental bearings.
Sometimes I’m too nice…
My mouth dropped open in shock as she started telling me how I had stolen her man, that she had found this number in his pocket, and that I should “let him go”. Her voice rose and fell in volume as she spoke. She was drunk.
I was so shocked that I said that wasn’t so, that I was married… thinking that the sodden idiot would shut up realizing she had the wrong damned number.
I was wrong.
She warbled that I had stolen her man, that I was fucking her man, and that I was married to her man.
Wrong thing to say… to a child of divorce due to infidelity.
Anger flashed through me.
I interrupted her drunken diatribe to inform her that she should get a life of her own instead of destroying someone elses.
I then hung up on the drunken cow.
The moron had been so drunk that she obviously dialed the wrong damned number and proceeded to tell a fucking stranger her life story. Richard and I laughed about it later. I told him I could just imagine the moron telling her drinking buddy that she had “told that bitch to back off”. Yeah, right! lol
Let this be a lesson… drunks should not only not drive… they also shouldn’t dial.
June 11th, 2007 at 4:57 pm
That’s so funny and tragic Liz. I’ve had the drunken spouse calls too, but there is nothing worse than an encounter with a PO’d spouse, especially a drunk one.
Back in ‘68 just before deploying to LBJ’s funny farm, I had CQ(Charge of Quarters) duty for one of the remaining weekend passes, I was an NCO, stuck at the Company HQ at Ft. Lewis and solely in charge.
I knew almost all the men and almost all the married men’s families, I’d served with them for 3-1/2 years. One of my co -NCO’s, Larry was on leave, his wife Loretta showed up at HQ on that Saturday morning waving the biggest .357 Magnum I’ve ever seen at me and looking for Larry who was in my platoon, she was stone sober and wasn’t about to take my explaination the Larry had gone home the night before, it was just me and her and she was bent on killing that rat bastard or anyone else that stood in her way, it took the better part of the morning to talk her into handing me the firearm, I immediately unloaded it and convinced her that lowlife Larry wasn’t worth killing, they never had any children but that incident killed their marriage, we had been at Ft. lewis for 4 months and Larry had never gone home once in that time, he was shacking up with a local ‘lady’ and lying to her. That incident soured my friendship with Larry and killed all respect I had for him. I never wrote the incident up in the report because it would affect moral, that lowlife SOB laughed about it when I told him, he said aw she’s just crazy. I was arrested and confined overseas in a Conex container for trying to pound his head into the bottom of a rice paddy, I wasn’t charged and was released after a few hours in the sweatbox, but it felt good to pay him back for his lapse of morality and integrity. You handled it well