How can I help you, Sir?
There is a parcel for you.
For me?
Yeah.
Who sent it?
It was some guy, but he didn't give his name.
There is no name to who it has to be delivered, either. How do you know it's for me?"
He asked to give it to the girl who takes orders on the phone.
Well, that's strange.
...
Why are you staring at me like that?
Um, sorry. Uh.. why are you covering your face with a scarf? I mean it's not an outdoor café.
It's a gift from my grandma and I like wearing it all the time. You've got a problem with that?
No, mam.
Good. Is there anything else you need my help with?
I don't think so.
Okay then, bye.
Bye.
Why do I smell something fishy?
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I Dialed The Last Digit Wrong | ✔
Short StoryHighest rank - #1 In humor I which a guy dials the last digit wrong and that leads to endless conversations, nonsense bickering and pranks! An honest mistake which finds him a friendship that is worth worshipping, teaches him a lesson worth learnin...
