Clayton

So a few years back, I got this phone call from a restricted number. Normally, I don't answer calls from numbers I don't recognize, but I guess I was bored that day. Here's a play-by-play of what happened afterwards.

Me: Hello?
Caller: Clayton?
Me: Uhh no, I think you got the wrong number.
Caller: You gave me this number at the party last weekend.
Me: No, I didn't.
Caller: Well, is Clayton there?
Me: No. You got the wrong number.
Caller: I'm pregnant.

Holy shìt, this is weird. Wait.....it's a restricted number. Oh, this is a prank call! Well, two can play that game.

Caller: Who is this?
Me: Al. (using my alias, Al Kaholic)
Caller: What, like Al from Home Improvement? Do you think I'm that stupid?
Me: Well, you're the dumb cúnt that got knocked up by a complete stranger at a party. So yeah, I do think you're that stupid.

(Long pause)

Caller: (sobbing) I feel like such a whooooooore!

(Another long pause)

Caller: Who is this?! How do you know Clayton?! What number is this?! How long have you had this number?! (and a slew of other unintelligible questions)
Me: Look, I don't know who the fúck you are. I don't know who the fúck Clayton is. I don't know how the fúck you got this number, but I'm hanging up.
**click**

Immediately after hanging up, the thought hit me like a ton of bricks: I don't think that was a prank call. I actually felt pretty bad for a while afterwards. I had cussed out a pregnant woman and made her cry. That's definitely not going on my highlight reel.

I never did hear from her again, but every now and then I wonder what happened to her. Did she ever find Clayton? Did she ever have the baby? If so, what happened to the baby?

I really do hope she aborted it. People like her should not be passing on their genetic information.