So we were moving Kat from Belleville to Ottawa. Charles and I are in the truck pulling a trailer and Chuck and Dan are in the toy behind us, and Kat behind them in her car. They were about ten minutes behind us on highway 7. All of a sudden I saw a cop at the side of the road, so I texted Chuck to tell him. I text “cop”
He says “What? Who is this?”
I smirk but type “mom”
He says “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
I roll my eyes, oh those crazy boys, I laugh, but sure I’ll bite.”Ok Who are you?”
He says “I am Mustafa”
Hahahahaha Charles and I laugh. Man you can’t put two Gale boys in the same vehicle for an hour without them being stupid, and they spelled Mufasa wrong. Tools
I say”I hope you get a ticket”
He says “WHO IS THIS F***”
Well, I think, that’s a bit rude. Charles says “Do you have the right number?” “Of course says I. I pushed the button that says Chas.”
Hmmmm I check the Chas button and it’s his old phone number!! Turns out that Virgin reassigns old phone numbers. Somewhere there’s a guy named Mustafa who has declared a fatwa on “mom”
