Thursday, January 8, 2009

Z

My roommate Dosia is on the phone right now with Delta confirming her plane ticket to Budapest next month, and she had to read her confirmation number to the representative over the phone, and it went a little something like this:
"A...seven...four...Z...oh, Z as in xylophone."
She had the nerve to make me feel like a dick for laughing out loud. Not fair.

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