I’m Not Your 411
The other day, my husband called me from work and asked me to look up a phone number. So I sat down with the phone, and started looking up the person whose phone number he needed. And you know, he always asks me to look up the one thing I can’t find in the phone book. I couldn’t find the person’s name in the white pages, so he spelled it a different way. I still couldn’t find it, and he said “Oh, I guess you should look up his business in the yellow pages. That’s the number I need anyway.” I told him to dial 411 next time.
