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Authors: Marissa Farrar, Kate Richards, Marian Tee, Lynn Red, Dominique Eastwick, Becca Vincenza, Ever Coming, Lila Felix, Dara Fraser, Skye Jones, Lisbeth Frost
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that’s another story altogether.”
When she didn’t respond for a second, captain growls kept going. “I didn’t, did I? I really don’t need to call the mental hospital again.”
Sheena snorted another laugh and tried her best to compose herself before she tried to bother speaking again. “Uh,” she finally said, “no, I don’t think I need any Baker Acting. But I’ll tell you this, I don’t know the last time anyone made me laugh that hard. This has gotta be some kind of practical joke, right? I mean, one of my many, many friends put you up to it, right?”
Truth was, that wasn’t the truth at all. The only one of Sheena’s friends who could have possibly put someone up to crank calling her about a naughty t-shirt was Becky, but she’d been out of town on a work assignment for the past two weeks. And there weren’t any many, many friends. Really, Sheena more or less kept to herself except on karaoke nights when she went out with a handful of buddies from work, from her old high school, and a few others they’d picked up along the way. She was, sadly, as alone as she’d ever been.
The guys answer was just a soft laugh. Somehow the laughing rumbled in her belly even more than his speaking voice did. There was something she couldn’t put her finger on, but there was definitely something about this guy she liked, even if she’d forgotten to write down his damn name.
“Your goddamn name!” she said without realizing she was still talking on the phone. “Shit, I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”
He just chuckled some more. “Listen,” he said, “no one put me up to this. I really do need a joke shirt, but I just kind of liked the way your voice sounded on the line, so I acted like a jackass. But look, I don’t normally do this.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, clicking her teeth. “And I guess you’re about to tell me you don’t actually want a shirt with a picture of a woman urinating?”
He paused for a second. “I, uh... actually I sort of do. Like I said, joke. Also it’s for a bachelor party. But also I want something else to go along with it.”
Sheena had dutifully collected a pile of order papers, and was about to scribble out something that would distract her boss enough to let her actually make a shirt with a woman taking a piss in a bush. “Yeah okay,” she said, “go ahead. I might have to work a miracle to get your dumb ass shirt made, but I’ll do it.”
“The other thing I want is your phone number,” he said. “And before you can ask me if I’m joking, I’m not. I’ve never had anyone make me laugh the way you just did. And I’ll tell you this, too—on a day like this, a good laugh is the one thing I needed more than anything in the world.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, slightly skeptically, but so taken aback she hadn’t yet been able to arm her normal cynicism torpedoes. “And what happened that made you need a laugh so bad?”
There was a long pause, long enough that Sheena thought maybe he hung up, but then he finally said something. “Number first,” he whispered. “It was bad. Real bad.”
“Check this out,” Sheena said. “I just got one of those call-back numbers. It’s awesome. If you send a text to 552154 and have it say ‘callback’ it’ll put my number in your contacts.”
“Are you serious?” he asked with a little chuckle. “I thought those things were just for scams and porno ads. You know, those ones where they tell you to put your social security number in for a chance to easily cheat on your mate?” He threw his voice, sounding very much like a classic used-car salesman, or maybe one of those sleazy lawyers who are really impressed with their own commercials.
“I’m not a porno ad,” Sheena said flatly. When he laughed, she felt another trill of excitement deep in her chest. As odd as it might sound, people who got her sense of humor were very few and far between and so when she found one, she tended to latch on.
Still,
When she didn’t respond for a second, captain growls kept going. “I didn’t, did I? I really don’t need to call the mental hospital again.”
Sheena snorted another laugh and tried her best to compose herself before she tried to bother speaking again. “Uh,” she finally said, “no, I don’t think I need any Baker Acting. But I’ll tell you this, I don’t know the last time anyone made me laugh that hard. This has gotta be some kind of practical joke, right? I mean, one of my many, many friends put you up to it, right?”
Truth was, that wasn’t the truth at all. The only one of Sheena’s friends who could have possibly put someone up to crank calling her about a naughty t-shirt was Becky, but she’d been out of town on a work assignment for the past two weeks. And there weren’t any many, many friends. Really, Sheena more or less kept to herself except on karaoke nights when she went out with a handful of buddies from work, from her old high school, and a few others they’d picked up along the way. She was, sadly, as alone as she’d ever been.
The guys answer was just a soft laugh. Somehow the laughing rumbled in her belly even more than his speaking voice did. There was something she couldn’t put her finger on, but there was definitely something about this guy she liked, even if she’d forgotten to write down his damn name.
“Your goddamn name!” she said without realizing she was still talking on the phone. “Shit, I just said that out loud, didn’t I?”
He just chuckled some more. “Listen,” he said, “no one put me up to this. I really do need a joke shirt, but I just kind of liked the way your voice sounded on the line, so I acted like a jackass. But look, I don’t normally do this.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, clicking her teeth. “And I guess you’re about to tell me you don’t actually want a shirt with a picture of a woman urinating?”
He paused for a second. “I, uh... actually I sort of do. Like I said, joke. Also it’s for a bachelor party. But also I want something else to go along with it.”
Sheena had dutifully collected a pile of order papers, and was about to scribble out something that would distract her boss enough to let her actually make a shirt with a woman taking a piss in a bush. “Yeah okay,” she said, “go ahead. I might have to work a miracle to get your dumb ass shirt made, but I’ll do it.”
“The other thing I want is your phone number,” he said. “And before you can ask me if I’m joking, I’m not. I’ve never had anyone make me laugh the way you just did. And I’ll tell you this, too—on a day like this, a good laugh is the one thing I needed more than anything in the world.”
“Oh yeah?” she asked, slightly skeptically, but so taken aback she hadn’t yet been able to arm her normal cynicism torpedoes. “And what happened that made you need a laugh so bad?”
There was a long pause, long enough that Sheena thought maybe he hung up, but then he finally said something. “Number first,” he whispered. “It was bad. Real bad.”
“Check this out,” Sheena said. “I just got one of those call-back numbers. It’s awesome. If you send a text to 552154 and have it say ‘callback’ it’ll put my number in your contacts.”
“Are you serious?” he asked with a little chuckle. “I thought those things were just for scams and porno ads. You know, those ones where they tell you to put your social security number in for a chance to easily cheat on your mate?” He threw his voice, sounding very much like a classic used-car salesman, or maybe one of those sleazy lawyers who are really impressed with their own commercials.
“I’m not a porno ad,” Sheena said flatly. When he laughed, she felt another trill of excitement deep in her chest. As odd as it might sound, people who got her sense of humor were very few and far between and so when she found one, she tended to latch on.
Still,
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