The context: The previous evening you've just had dinner made for you at the house of someone who you harbour secret predatory ambitions toward
What happens next: You arrive home around midnight, you notice a missed call from an unidentified number and make a note to call it first thing in the morning.
Me: Um, hi. I got a missed call from this number last night?
Her: <In hindsight, sarcastically> Oh really?
Me: Sorry......who is this?
Her: It's xxxxx!! (name omitted). You don't recognise my voice?! You were only here a few hours ago!
Me: Oh god...sorry. I'm an idiot. Anyway, what were you calling me about?
Her: I didn't call you.
Me: Umm.....you must have. I just redialled this number?
Her: If you remember you used my phone to make your mobile ring last night because you wanted to illustrate your 'superior ring-tone'. It was called Goblin and sounds like a cat purring. You were very proud of it.
Me: Oh yeah. That's right.
Her: Also, how come you haven't bothered to save my name to your phone?
Me: I dunno. Stupidity I guess. Anyway, I better go. Bye now.
Her: Hmm. Bye
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