One night I got a phone call. It was about 10:30 or so and I wasn't used to getting phone calls at this time. I answered it, thinking it could be a friend in need or a lawyer contacting me to let me know I have inherited millions from a long-lost relative. Instead, I got this alcohol induced conversation....
"Hello?"
"Hey, am I on the list? I'm at the casino."
"What?"
"This is (?) and I'm at the casino. Am I on the list?"
"Who are you trying to call?"
"Who is this?"
"Who are you trying to call?"
"Is this the Dial-a-Ride?"
"No."
"Is this (number for the Dial-a-Ride, which isn't even close to my number)?"
"Nope."
"Oh. Sorry, man. I'm at the casino and I don't think I'm on the list."
"That sucks. Maybe you should try calling them and making sure they are coming."
"I tried, man, but they must have patched me to you or something."
"Interesting theory, but I think you may have dialed the number wrong."
"Ohhhhhh, you didn't sound like that chick that I talked to last time."
"Okay."
"Okay, I'll try to call them back. If they transfer me back to you, what should we do?"
"That means there are no more buses and you'll have to wait and call back again."
"Hey, okay man, thanks."
(patch dropped at this point)
Every ten days or so I get the same phone call. The guy has some sort of accent, but I can't place it. Perhaps he's from East Boozia or the Shitfaced Isles. Who knows?