Wrong Number

You are in Canada. Your home phone - the one which shows the user ID - rings. You look at it. It is a Bahrain number you don't recognise. Your heart pounds. You are excited. You answer the phone. You say hello.. you say hello again.. you say hello a third time.. a fourth time.. Helloo.. hello... anyone there?

The prostitute hangs up.

You wreck your brain thinking.. Who could it be? Who would be calling me? What has happened? Is everything back home Ok? Is my family doing fine? Are all my friends well?

You pick up the phone and call the number back. A prostitute answers and says hello. Now I could have played the same game with the prostitute, whose vagina is wide enough for a truck to make a U-turn in, and kept quiet and then hang up but out of decency I spoke to her.

"You just called me on my Canadian number. Is there anything I can do for you?" I ask.
Silence...

"I don't know who you are. I didn't call you.. erm .. we called a number .. it wasn't you we wanted.. I was calling my relative. It's a girl...Not you I wanted... "

Fine.. bitch.. I will give you the benefit of the doubt .. but what is the likelihood that a Bahraini prostitute would call a wrong number and it would be of another Bahraini in Canada?

I have her number in case you are interested in calling her .. but please keep your business away from me .. for I am no pimp!

PS: AND there is no doubt that you weren't calling for me .. on my number .. at my home.. because I refuse, in principle, to associate myself with STUPID people.