Rants of a Rebecca

Pick a story: Dial A Dropping

I was visiting a friend in hospital, who was feeling a bit shitty, so a bit of cheering up was needed. I told her about a new concept I had been working on, one that I think has merit. Remeber in school, when everyone was shy, and if you liked a girl or guy, depending on which way you sway, you would have to tell him or her about this. The problem always was getting the courage to do it, so being the great thinkers all school kids are, you would get one of your friends to do it. The best part about this, was if they guy or girl didn't like being told this, you could then blame it all on your friend and get to hurt them. Welcome to 2005, and a new service Dial A Dropping. All you need to do is give us a call, and we will break the ice for you. It is simple to do, all you need is a credit card, and a few moments of your time. There are a couple of services available, so let's run through them now: "You're Dropped!" We arrange for one of our qualified staff to run past your boyfriend/girlfriend at their place of work, yelling out "You're dropped, and you stink too!" A simple service, which has worked well for years. "[Insert Name] Likes you." One of our staff members casually walks up to your potential boyfriend/girlfriend, while they are standing around with a bunch of friends, and at a carefully planned time, informs the entire group that your potential suitor likes you, things your hot, and wants to snog you. They then run as fast as possible away, so as to not hear any reply. We also offer more direct services, like our one day course in how to walk up to the person you like, punch them in the arm, and then say to them "I love you." How to write your initials and their initials, inside a love heart, on the toilet wall. Finally the all time favourite how to avoid boy/girl germs. By the end of the hospital visit, feelings were high, and so was the patient. Got to love the endless supply of pain killers. Blog Out HooRoo Bec

posted by Rebecca @ 5/19/2005 06:25:00 pm