Wrong Number

Yesterday I was scanning groceries in the self-checkout lane at Jewel when my cell rang. Since I lost the battery cover somewhere on Wabansia Saturday night, I now have to actually hold the battery in to have power. While ringing up a bajillion groceries. And having this retarded conversation.

RANDOM GUY: Hi, is this Kari?
TEQUILA RED: Yeah. Who's this?
RANDOM GUY: My name's Brad. You don't know me.
TEQUILA RED: Oh.
RANDOM GUY: I'm calling because my buddy Kurt has your number in his cell phone. From last night?
TEQUILA RED: Huh. I don't remember giving anyone my number last night.
RANDOM GUY: Yeah, we're not sure who you are either.
TEQUILA RED: Always a good sign.
RANDOM GUY: Did we meet you at the Artful Dodger?
TEQUILA RED: Maybe. I was there.
RANDOM GUY: Were you wearing pink shoes?
TEQUILA RED: No.
RANDOM GUY: No?
TEQUILA RED: No. My shoes were not pink.
RANDOM GUY: You sure?
TEQUILA RED: Positive.
RANDOM GUY: Then I have no idea who you are.
TEQUILA RED: Nice. And ditto.
RANDOM GUY: I bet this is the weirdest conversation you've had today.
TEQUILA RED: So far.
RANDOM GUY#2 DONKEY-LAUGHS IN BACKGROUND
TEQUILA RED: Wait, is that your friend?
RANDOM GUY: Yeah.
TEQUILA RED: And he's the one I gave my number to.
RANDOM GUY: Yes.
TEQUILA RED: But you're the one calling me.
RANDOM GUY: Right.
TEQUILA RED: You guys are idiots. I can't believe I gave either of you my number.
RANDOM GUY: I know, you're the Asian girl!
TEQUILA RED: No.
RANDOM GUY: The Asian girl with pink shoes?
TEQUILA RED: Don't ever call here again.