So I am sitting in my favorite comfy chair with a cup of hot decaf tea and a book I just picked up at the Border's closing sale. The book, 'Slaughterhouse Five' by, Kurt Vonnegut. It really paints a vivid picture. Anyway, I am just about seventeen pages in when my phone rings. Usually, when I get a call and I don't recognize the number I just silence or give the fuck you button. But, I am feeling extra word-diarrhea like today so I answered. And I paraphrase....
"Good Afternoon, Is this Joseph Teej?"
Me: "Yes, well, my last name is Tighe... the G-H is silent. Kinda like, slaughter. :::awkward silence::: May I ask who is calling?"
"Oh.... umm... J-Jen."
Me: "Yea sorry, I don't really know what's wrong with me."
"Soooooo.... My name is Jennifer and I am calling from a casting agency. We had your information on file from a previous casting call and are looking for fashion forward men, ages 18-25 for a new reality show on Bravo."
Me: "That sounds fabulous but, I should tell you that I am just a few short days from turning 28."
"Alright well, that's not going to work."
Me: "You knew my age.... it was the slaughter thing, wasn't it?"
"A little."
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