I Am Irrationally Irked by New Numbers

This post does not reflect well on my level of intelligence. 
I will now choose to blame the following events on lack of sleep, and hopefully none of you will think less of me for them. 


Anyway.


I hate it when people I know get new cell numbers. Or if they somehow get my number without my giving it to them, and they text me expecting me to know who they are (way to be a creeper). 
For example, let's take a look at this past Monday night.


I had just gotten out of Chi Alpha, and I was having a delightful conversation with Natasha when I got a text from a number that wasn't listed in my contacts. 


The text:
Hey sis, this is my new cell #


I was confused.
I have no sister. 
My friends generally do not use that as a term of endearment. 


Sparknotes: I had no idea who this was.
I saw that the area code was 909, so I knew it was someone back in Cali. 
But who?


Natasha and I decided I should be classy about this. So I replied with:
Who you be yo?


It was not long before I received a reply.


O that's right u have 2 brothers I forgot. Lol


I wish I could say that the realization of the identity of my mystery texter immediately came to me after this message.
But I can't.
It still took me a minute. And by a minute, I really mean three. Of me staring at my phone. Thinking.
Because, as I stated, I have no sister. 
But I do have a brother.


Yep.


In my defense, my brother hasn't had a cell in about five years, so saying he had a "new number" was a bit of an understatement.
But this is why I wish my cell had caller ID. And texter ID. It would make me feel so much more intelligent. And make my family members feel so much more loved.


Add some sass to your class,
Jenna