Nothing's Worse Than Being Lied To

Except being lied to by your grandpa. Yes, you read that right. My sweet old Florida grandpa just lied to me. I've been up since 4:30AM. Now, just because I am awake at that time, it does NOT mean that I want to be talking with people at that time.

My phone rang. When I answered, nobody was there. But it's 2005, so I have Caller ID. The ONLY people in Florida who have my SF cell phone number are my grandpa and his slut girlfriend, Ruthpot. When I looked at my Caller ID, what do you think I found there? That's right - my grandpa's cell phone number.

So I called him back. He swore up and down he hadn't just called me (I swear, I didn't yell at him). I said, "Well, maybe your phone banged into something and it automatically dialed me." "Yes, yes that's exactly what could have happened. Maybe my elbow bumped into the phone. Boy, you're very smart with all this new technology." Sure, Grandpa.