HIPPO BRIGADE

I’m Sorry, I Think You Have the Wrong Number…

Dear Hugo,

I know you must be going through some trying times, and my heart goes out to you. But that does not excuse the fact that you some how gave my phone number instead of your own. Now I have lawyers and agents of sorts calling my phone trying to get a hold of you. They have been leaving me messages about how you filed for bankruptcy, and they need you to fill out some more paper work. Please use that opportunity to fill in the correct phone number.

Let me help: when the question asks for your phone number, you’re supposed to put your phone number in the blank, not mine. It’s pretty easy. I know you’re not so good with the numbers, which would explain the pickle you’re in right now, so I’ll have some grace with you, but next time, I may not be so sweet and patient.

I don’t have much to do in my day, and I’ll be honest, I am intrigued with your financial predicament, so in a way, the phone calls have been a welcomed treat. So, I am curious, how did you spend your money? What did you buy that caused you to go bankrupt? Was it a pony? Did you buy an island? A fast car? Is your wife mad at you? I’d be pretty mad, if I was her. Or maybe she’s the one that spent all the money. Did she buy a Birkin bag? Did she get some lipo? A boob job? Well, look on the bright side, at least they can’t take the boobies away…or can they?
Good luck with everything Hugo, I hope it all works out for the best.
Call me sometime, and let me know how everything is going…you have my number, it’s the one you keep giving out.

Warmest Regards,
Beckey