There are many reasons why I didn’t get into a Top-10 law school and prank calling during my undergrad days is one of them.
I mean, seriously, what else did we have to do?
In the true spirit of being a freshman and “how college ought to be,” I lived in the dorms during my first year at the University of Florida.
(For all you Gators, this was Trusler Hall… right across from Hume. It had a Blimpie Sub shop in the common area and it was walking distance to the Reitz Union… where we would use electronic funds from our Gator 1 cards to buy booze at the Baja Tortilla Grill – sorry, Mom and Dad!)
It was 2000 and I was fresh out of high school and equipped with important things like body glitter, butterfly hair clips, an AIM screen name, and was “living on the edge” by downloading music illegally on Napster.
In those days, we didn’t have cell phones, social media, or other distractions.
Each dorm room was equipped with a land line. For whatever (dumb) reason, the University published a “phone book” that included the telephone numbers of each student who was living in on-campus housing.
So if you wanted another student’s phone number and that student lived on campus, all you had to do was look up their name in this phone book and viola! you had it.
Our dorm was quite social and I met some of my best friends there, two of which I still see and speak to regularly.
In lieu of doing responsible things like studying and doing homework, we would often gather around each others’ rooms in our pajamas, get fat from Pokey Stix, and prank call the shizzz out of other people, courtesy of this phone book.
Our pranks were so good that they deserve a regular blog feature. I really wish I could make a living out of prank calling.
One prank stands out in particular.