My Life, Act 27, Scene 11

So I have a friend, who lives in Portland, OR. This friend recently took a trip to Hawai'i. Supposedly, she has returned from said trip, and so I text: "How's Hawai'i?"



The response: "Fuck if I know, I'm in Portland, OR."



Which leaves me thinking that she's just being humorous and sarcastic, as she's known for both of these qualities.



Me: "Okay, so how WAS it?"



Her: "I believe you have the wrong number."



Me: "(First Name) (Last Name), a.k.a. (Gamer Name)?"



Her: "My name is Amy, I hate the sun, and would never go to Hawai'i even if given the chance."



Now, most people would let the textual conversation die with a simple, "Oops!" but this is not my style. The conversation continued, and the result might end up being a picture of Amy's toes, which have been tattooed.



My question to You, dear Gusby, is this: Why have you given me the ability to be so accidentally charming? I don't intend to do it... and yet it happens...



Regardless of whether or not you share the answer with me, let the record show that I am not complaining. It does add a bit of fun to the whole thing.