Random Phone Calls

I am, of course, a big fan of randomness. Hence the title of the blog.

Last night was maybe a bit too random. I got a phone call...

Me: "Hello?"

Guy: "Um...hi...I got this number because I'm looking to buy some...marijuana."

Me: (as my eyebrows try to blend in to my hairline) "Dude. You should really, really stay away from that junk."

Guy: "What?"

Me: "Seriously. It's just not good for you."

Guy: (...)

Me: "I mean, my aunt had her life wrecked by the stuff. It's just not worth it, it really isn't. Get some help, dude."

Guy: "Uhhh...."

Me: "Look, you sound pretty young. How old are you?"

Guy: "Uhhh....nineteen."

Me: "Look, I'm a few years older than you. You've got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it on smoking pot."

Guy: (...)

Me: "What do you like to do?"

Guy: "Um, I like art."

Me: "That's cool! I have a lot of friends who are big into art and I love art. You should go for a career in art. Don't smoke pot, because then you'll just end up as a bum in the street, trying to find a job flipping burgers so you can support your habit."

Guy: "....um, obviously I've gotten a wrong number...I've gotta go."

Me: "Well, God bless you, I'm praying for you, and get some help, okay? Have a good night."

I saved his number. I think I might try to call him back.