Carlos?
Apparently, to an inebriated woman on Saturday night, our phone number looks amazingly like that of a Latin Adonis named Carlos. Knowing that her amor-agram had reached the wrong destination was insufficient for her effusive interest; she had to know who she had reached. Her passion was limitless.
I reassured her: “I’m not Carlos.” She was taken aback with my supercilious manner. It didn’t matter that it was 11:45. Carlos must be reached!
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