Billy Finds a New Toy

by Jackson Ferrell


Phone rings. I answer.

“Yes, I was BILLY! STOP SINGING! I received a message yesterday about some suspicious activity on my card, and NO, BILLY, WE ARE NOT STOPPING AT DAIRY QUEEN sorry. I was just—WHERE DID YOU GET THAT FIRE EXTINGUISHER? PUT THAT AWAY—”

You get some weird calls in customer service.