Being a phonegirl, I hear a lot of ridiculous stuff, but this call last night really took the cake.

TVTS X. (Transvestite/Transexual)

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"How are you tonight?"

"Good."

I hear a lot of talking in the background, it sounds like a mom and a kid, so I say, "What room are you in?"

"My living room."

"Hmmm, sounds like there are a lot of people around." Thinking that this guy should really find some more privacy for this sort of thing.

"Uh, is this costing me money?"

"Didn't you put your credit card number in?"

"Yeah."

"So, yeah. You are being charged for this." Duh!

"Um, I think I called the wrong thing."

"You called a sex line."

"Really? I was trying to call H&R Block."

"What?!?! You called phone sex."

"Uh, yeah. Um, thanks. Goodbye."

Click.

I have a really hard time believing he was working through the long menu system of breathy voices saying things like, "Want to play?" "Want to live your wildest fantasy?" "Just type in your credit card number to meet your sexy playmate." without realizing that this was not H&R Block.

Whatever he thought, what a dumbass!