I Just Called to Say ... Piss Off and Leave me Alone! 📱

Date: 6/12/2020

I had thrown a party at my house. For some unknown reason, I had invited one of my service users from work (Andre) and I had poured him a whisky. He looked so timid and lost amongst the other party guests. Completely out of place. I was beginning to regret inviting him. Not very professional of me, eh? My friend, Robee, kept complaining that all the guys she was into, fancied me instead and she got into a right huff over it. I tried to deny that this was the case, but then her phone rang and I could hear this random guy asking after me and whether he could take me on a date. “Tell him no. I’m a married woman!” I mouthed over to her. “Yeah, she’ll go on a date with you!” She said, giving him my number. She downed the rest of her drink and then stormed off. A while later, I was walking into town with my husband, when my phone started ringing in my bag. It was this random dude that Robee had given my number to. I put it on silent and shoved it deep inside my bag. We walked down the highstreet in search of a nice restaurant to go to. “Hey you! Why are you ignoring me?” This voice called out. I shrugged and tried to act as though I didn’t have a clue who this dude was. “My phone calls!” He said, walking over to me with a bunch of unsavories in tow. “I don’t know what you’re on about?!” I replied, walking swiftly away. Next scene; I was sitting by the riverfront, near Morrisons supermarket (of all places), painting by numbers with Donald Trump. Donald fucking Trump?! He was strangely artistic.