I want to change my cell number.
This text message shook me. It amused me actually. My son has a fans club? I giggled.
But pride goeth before the fall. The succeeding messages were “frightening”:
I thought that I already said “Wrong number” would mean that would be the end of it.
But look, this morning I got this:
And they even called:
I guess someone must have played a prank at my expense.
When I googled I saw this:
And clicking on the first entry, this:
When will this “madness” end?
Till when will I be hearing from the Tacloban chapter?
And what did “I” do to merit a thank you message this morning?
What to do?
* The Inigo in my list of calls is not Inigo of the tandem; he is someone I know – which was why the first text message amused me. He is my son.