666

i read a blog post about a pager yesterday and it reminded of a funny story from my youth.

in 7th grade my parents finally caved and bought me a gigantic white pager. as far as i was concerned, as long as it was clipped to the waistband of my tommy hilfiger jeans, i was unstoppable.

until, i began to receive the page "666." day after day "666" would show up at random hours on my pager screen. i was starting to get nervous and little frightened by whoever this person was that knew my pager number and would continually text such an evil thing.

i walked in the front door one night after being dropped off after a football game and my mom met me in the foyer obviously a little irritated.

mom: "Stephanie Anne if you don't start answering my pages I'm going to take it away."
me: "you didn't page me."
mom: "yes i did"
me: "no, look at it. you didn't."
mom: "yes, there it is. 6-6-6. M-O-M on the phone."

lol.