Or Maybe She Thinks My Parents Need to Stop Calling Me Six Times a Day

So there’s this chick named Jackie, right? Now, Jackie and I have never met personally, but we have a few things in common. One, I’m assuming, she’s a chick. Two, our cell phone numbers are quite similar. Three, we both get down to hip hop beats. Since I’ve never actually spoken to Jackie, I’m not sure if she truly enjoys funky tunes, but those who call her certainly do. Every few days I get a call from an “unavailable number” (which leads me to believe that Jackie’s friends enjoy their “privacy”). The caller will scream something along the lines of “yo, JACKIE!!!” over blasting music in the background. I typically reply, “I think you have the wrong number.” Then I get hung up on. Not even a “thanks” or a “do you want to come to our funky hip hop party?” No respect. I wonder if Jackie ever gets calls for me? Perhaps she thinks of me as the lame girl whose friends really need to pump up the jams.