Yesterday I got a couple of calls from a wrong number, it was a local so I could tell that it wasn't just a random bot. After the calls the dude on the other end sent over a message. It was surrealist gold to say the least. He referred to himself as "Phew" (which is an expression, not a name) and asked if I was at "The spot", which was presumably a nuclear testing ground of sorts. After this I chose to write a message comprised of song titles adlibbed into a coherent sentence of sorts.
"Hey Joe! I'm sorry we weren't able to come together today. I know it's been a long time gone, but I went to Woodstock to find more of the strange brew that I like so much. How could I be such a fool to think that would work out well? I ain't got no heart to even tell what happened afterward. Needless to say, I couldn't fight the power that time. But hey, that was yesternow and we have to let those times move over and forget our funny valentines. Maybe we could discuss some Spanish castle magic again tomorrow.
Never sent it to the guy though, I sat around thinking about the "what ifs" until I dismissed it all.
Bonus points for anyone who got the references.
The dude called me again the day after (which is today). While I missed his first few calls, I answered his third one.
"Nikki? You were a guy? Oh god!"
He sounded genuinely horrified by that point. He hung up almost immediately afterward. Guess my name's Nikki from now on.