Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴛ ʙʏ:
Lynxx
Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar's music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend's phone to call mine.
After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn't answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home.
I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it.
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