Post-Modern Drunk: Uber, but For Wrong Numbers
This happened to me at the beginning of November; I forgot to tell the anecdote because of the horror that was the election, but it's basically timeless.

So when I was preparing for my anniversary meal with my wife, up at Blue Hill at Stone Barns, I got a text message from a (347) number. One I didn't know.

"Oh yeah I love you."

It seemed a nice sign. I immediately showed it to Courtney--I could hardly not do so, since I saw it and started laughing. I also immediately texted back, "Wrong number," and got a quick response, "Oops your not tammie"



I left it at that. We went to dinner, the dinner was great. We came back to the city and voted. The vote was not so great.

Three weeks passed. We went out to a friend's for Thanksgiving. We had a good time. We had a bunch to drink. And then we called an Uber. The Uber texted, as Uber's do. "I am outside. White Camry."

Normal stuff. Totally normal stuff.

It was only when I got home that I looked at my full text history.

And saw those people were the same people.

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