digits

i got a phone number. like someone else's phone number. given to me. like a stranger gave me their phone number. the other night i was out (gasp) at a bar-like establishment (gasp) and i was the recipient of one phone number (gasp gasp gasp). that's right. i got digits. i got a name and telephone number scrawled on a tiny, ripped piece of paper. just like the old days! (ok that never really happened before). but now is a new time! i'm a hot ticket! someone wanted me to have their phone number! and call them! on the telephone! sorry to ruin your excitement/horror/shock but the owner of said name and said phone number was indeed a potential babysitter. yes. potential babysitter. this is my life. this perfectly nice woman, bartender/waitress overheard my friends and i conversating about our kids (what else?) and offered up her babysitting services. did she know that between the three of us we had seven kids under the age of 3? probably not. did she know you should never tell people you are trying to get a babysitting gig with that you prefer animals to children? probably not. and just like the old days, i never called. p.s. she was a total babysitter tramp. gave her number out to three people in one night. as if.