An Actual Text Conversation I Had Yesterday

 MY SIDE: {I don't even have access to a car yet} 

{I'll just text you later or call around maybe 10 or 11 I think}

THEIR SIDE: generic info concerning hours of business 

MY SIDE: (after sale) Thanks again. If the girl with the sexy voice ever ever want to smoke a joint or something that I can show my gratitude feel to inquire.... 

THEIR SIDE: Times OK, I tried calling you four times. This is J the owner the girl with the sexy voice is my daughter. How about next time you make an order I deliver it to you and you can tell me how sexy my fucking voice is disrespect her once more brother and it's gonna be a problem and I hope you fucking understand this. This phone is not for you to get your kicks off. Do you understand me and if you don't, I can meet you somewhere and we could talk like this like men. 

(There's more. I'm omitting it.) 

MY SIDE: Got it. I apologize. 

Won't happen again. 

Later... MY SIDE: Hope this makes sense. 

In richardlopez1983 in X if your interested. 

Mahalo. 

+ I was under the impression she liked me since the store in PV was open. I sent a short link with poems and stories I write. I thought she was old enough to make her own decisions if she's running the counter in a weed. 

THEIR SIDE: Listen, brother I think it's better if you go somewhere else at this point because you do not get it I don't wanna know what the fuck you did in the past and I definitely am not gonna deal with you in the future. Have a good one. 


....Then they sent me the menu this morning. 

I'm at 914 538 0260 if anyone involved or listen wants to contribute to this. Don't just mumble or misdirect your conversation about it if we happen to be within earshot of each other. If you can't listen or leave some sort of digital/paper trail, I'll take all my business elsewhere. 


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