Sam & Isabella: An Encounter by Ross G. Homer Well, I am not a rocket scientist and didn’t need to be to see this was a woman in a fix. I texted back:
I was driving across campus to my next class. Naturally, it’s was as far from my last class as it can be, and I was running late. I’m in my second year of my Masters in archeology and was considering my thesis when my cell phone buzzed telling me I had a text. I was expecting one from my soon to be ex girlfriend, hopefully telling me she had finally cleared her junk out of my house. It had been a tough eight months because after the lust dissipated, I was stuck with a raving bitch. I couldn’t wait to be clear of her. At the next light, luckily a long one, I opened my phone and read:
Honest! I’m just a student driving to class. I’m sorry but I am not who you think you’re texting. <send> This was getting interesting. All sorts of scenarios cruised through my mind. Was she beautiful? Fat and ugly? Old, young? Tall or short? How many kids? Two, five? How old? Ahh fantasies. Aren’t they wonderful? The phone buzzed before the light turned. I took a quick read:
LISTEN YOU ASSHOLE, I’M DONE WITH YOU! I TOLD YOU I WAS LEAVING. YOU DIDN’T LISTEN. WHEN YOU GET HOME, I’LL BE GONE. I’M TAKING THE KIDS AND LEAVING. EAT SHIT AND DIE!
I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you. Angry! No kidding, lady, I thought. I pulled into the parking lot of my next class and turned off the car. I sat there a moment wondering how to respond.
Whoa! This was one seriously pissed off woman. I assumed it was a woman because, well, men don’t usually take the kids and disappear. It also sounded like my ex-girlfriend, but kids? Nope. She had the wrong number. The light was still red, so I quickly texted back:
I texted: It’s okay. I’m not married but I’m in a similar situation. Only it’s a lunatic girlfriend. Good luck! <send>
I’m sorry whoever you are but you’ve got the wrong cell number. <send> The light changed and I immediately forgot about the text as I drove down the street. My phone buzzed again. I had to wait for several blocks before I could look at it. It was from that woman. STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME! I’M NOT KIDDING! I WILL BE GONE TONIGHT. I’M SICK OF YOUR FUCKING AROUND WITH OTHER WOMEN & DRINKING & LATE NIGHTS GOD KNOWS WHERE! - 18 -