silentchild

Cancun called me today to let me know what kind of cheap bastards they are.

C: Hello? Is this Mr. _?
Me: Yeah, who's this?
C: Cancun
Me: What, like in Mexico?
C: That is where we are located, yes.
Me: What the hell do you want?
C: Our happiness back.
Me: Your what?
C: Our happiness.
Me: What? Is it missing?
C: Yes, that is why we want it back.
Me: Why the fuck would I have your happiness?
C: Our hotel records and the bar tab you ran up indicate that you took it.

Well, now, folks I was in a bit of conundrum. Having never visited Cancun, I wonder why the hell they would call and blame something like the theft of their happiness on lil' old me. I decided to play along.

Me: Yeah, I got your happiness. I'll give it back to you for a bottle of tequila and some mescaline.
C: No. We don't want our happiness back that badly.

They fucking hung up on me after that.

I guess they have to resort to prank calls when they get tired of raping tourists for everything they're worth.