The most bizarre story I've ever heard
My roommate from all four years of college just told me the most unbelievable story of what happened to her while coming back from the city last Friday night. Here’s a recap:
She left her phone in a cab on her way to catch a train headed back to the suburbs. She finally realized she didn’t have it when she was on the train, so she borrowed some random guy’s cell phone to try and see if anyone would answer. Finally after several attempts, a stranger answered.
“Helloooo!!!” said a man in a very flamboyant voice.
“Uh, hi. This is my cell phone. Can I come get it?” my friend asked.
”No, maybe…Yes! You can come get it! Come to Cagney’s, I think it’s on Clybourn. Look for Bo. He’ll be wearing a plaid shirt,” he vaguely directed her.
She finally got off the train, headed to her house, got in her car and headed back downtown to go to the bar and retrieve her phone. She called her sister for directions and finally found the place. She walked in looking for anyone wearing plaid or argyle of some type — but saw no one that resembled ‘Bo.’
This is a set up! I’m going to get raped! she thought.
She began asking strangers if they knew anyone named Bo. Finally someone responded, “Bo is right over there!” while pointing. My friend turned her head to find an extremely cute guy staring straight at her and waving, one finger at a time. She walked up to him with a friendly smile and asked for her phone.
“Oh, you’ll get your phone back. But here’s your first clue,” Bo said.
Bo then handed her a coaster with this written on the back: Clue one — Go to the bar and order an 847. Just wanting to get her phone back, she decided playing along was her best bet. She went up to the bar, ordered the beer and the bartender said, “Here’s your next clue!”
He then handed her a slip of paper that read: Clue two — Go over by that corner bench, start shaking your ass and a red head will join you. My friend was now starting to get embarrassed but went and sat down on the bench anyway. She forewarned the people already sitting there she had to shake her butt by them, and then she showed off her best asset.
Out of nowhere a curly, red headed guy walked out of the crowd straight toward her, grabbed her hand and started twirling her around, all the while yelling, “Woo!” He then handed her the next clue. It read: Clue three — Find the pantless Asian in the bar and smack their ass. It sounded strange, but she remembered seeing an Asian girl in the bar wearing a dress. She found the Asian girl in the corner and went up to talk to her. After some small talk, my friend cut to the chase.
“I have to smack your ass…” my friend hesitantly told the girl.
”OK!!” she replied smiling and laughing.
SMACK.
“Here’s your last clue!” the girl laughed as she said the words my friend hoped to hear and handed her yet another slip of paper.
The directions read: Final clue — go to the bar and order a pink spaceship shot. My friend headed to the bar and asked for the shot. Suddenly the bartender whipped her pink flip phone out of nowhere, held it up high and slowly maneuvered it down to the bar saying, “PEWWWWWWW,” similar to a spaceship coming in for an Earth landing. Then he poured five pink shots.
Suddenly the whole team of people who crafted the scavenger hunt — Bo, the red-head, the asian, the bartender — appeared to celebrate my friend’s victory. They told her she was such a good sport, everyone hugged and then said cheers before taking the pink spaceship shot. My friend, phone in tow, thanked her new friends and went on her way.
But not before Bo told her he checked out her racy pictures in her phone’s photo gallery — those of her new puppy and drunk boyfriend. Oh, Bo.
