While at work, I received a call from said stirrer. She inquired about her schedule and then asked how the day went. I was pleasant and replied, "Nothing special. Just a typical visit." Her voice dropped and she seemed put off by my apparent lack of information. Clearly, she had hoped for juicier details about the theoretical situation.
I came home with pep in my step and joy that the worst case hypothetical scenario hadn't unfolded. My stomach wasn't twisted in knots from distress. All was back to normal ...My phone rang. It was her. The girl with the spoon big enough to mix up a cauldron of witch's brew. I didn't pick up.
Minutes later the phone rang again. Ditto.
Several minutes later my cell phone rang. By this point I am angered and perplexed that she has my cell phone number.
Before the alert chime could tell me I missed a call on the cell, my home phone started ringing. Again.
About 280 seconds pass and I hear Lily Allen singing "oh yes, I'm fine/everything's just wonderful/having the time of my life." BULLF-NGSHIT!! My default ringtone is delightful, but what is on the other end is not. This time a message is left. I do not listen.
If this wasn't hypothetical, I could have a problem on my hands. I might ask how one would go about rectifying this situation.