Letters: Day Twenty Three


Dear Little Girls Harassing Jacque with Prank Calls,

If you're going to prank call someone, you've got to come up with something better than this:

"Um . . . hi. This is . . . um . . . McDonald's. I think you owe us five hundred dollars."

The prank is supposed to be funny. And then when the person you're prank calling snickers and says "I think you need to grow up!" and hangs up, don't get angry. We weren't angry. No, we laughed about how silly you little girls are.

But if you do get angry and decide to call back, you need to be believable. "Did you just call my daughter?"

I almost lost it right there. "Who is this?"

"Did you just call my daughter--"

"Excuse me, who are you and why are you calling so late?"

"Did you just get a call from my daughter and tell her to grow up? Because you don't need to talk to my daughter like that because she already growed up."

I don't know. Did you think we'd be scared? Or that we would believe that a mother would call and tell us not to tell her prank-calling child to grow up? Really?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you need to plan better. Good luck!

Aunt Bee

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