The other day my dad got a call on his cell phone from a guy looking for some girl.  When my dad repeatedly told him he had the wrong number the guy went on to say, “But I met her yesterday, in the back of the Palms hotel… this is (xxx) xxx-xxxx, right?”  It was as if he didn’t realize that this poor girl gave him a random number, probably for being the same relentless tool he was on the phone.