đ˛ Someone put their number in my pocket on the bus: I dialed the number hoping to meet a beautiful woman, but what she said left me speechless. I was expecting to hear anything but that.
Yesterday, I decided to take the bus to work because my car was at the mechanic. When it arrived, there were still plenty of seats, but just five minutes later, the bus was already packed.
I didnât know that buses were so overcrowded at this time. When I got off, I put my hand in my pocket and found a small piece of paper. There was a phone number written on it in beautiful handwriting.
âWho could have put their number in my pocket? Maybe the pretty blonde sitting next to me, or the brunette in a mini skirt in front of me?â I wondered for a moment.
Curious, I dialed the number and called, all excited.
“Yes, I’m listening,” answered a woman with a soft and pleasant voice.
“Hello, I’m the man from the bus, you left your number in my pocket.”
“Oh, yes, I’m glad you called me.”
This sentence made me so happy! “Itâs the brunette, Iâm sure,” I thought to myself.
“I’m Jennifer, and I am…” What she said next left me speechless. I was expecting to hear anything but that.
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“I’m a dietitian, and I noticed that you seemed tired and had some signs of being overweight,” she said calmly.
“I left my number to offer you my help.”
Surprised, I admitted that I wasnât expecting that, and I thought she just wanted to get to know me.
I felt a bit embarrassed, but I explained that I did indeed have some habits to reconsider.
She kindly offered to guide me through a healthy eating program.
In the end, this misunderstanding not only helped me get back into shape, but also led me to discover an exceptional person with whom I formed a beautiful friendship.
