so for some reason, i thought back to this conversation that vito had on the phone with some random woman.
the woman called our house by accident, it was the wrong number
and according to vito, the phone call went like this
(and keep in mind, they probably stalled and talked about work or something vaguely and briefly before that)
(keep in mind, they didn't know eachother-- she thought that he was her husband/and vito thought she was my mom)

woman: hey honey
vito: hey, how was work today?
woman: it was the same, same old. im heading home now
vito: perfect, i'm getting dinner ready now
woman: wonderful, make sure you put the oven to 450
vito: oven? i thought we were making pasta?
woman: no, i already had the meat prepared from last night, you wanted it, remember?
vito: uh, no, you told me to make pasta only an hour ago
woman:.... john?
vito: ...... wrong number


how SAD is THAT? how cant you recognize your HUSBAND/WIFE? how do you not notice their expression, their voice, - how everything is so different? and how lame are your conversations normally? is this a template to a daily conversation or something?

what would have happened if they were making the same dish? i wonder where the conversation would have went to. interesting eh?

im off to work tonight at 8. be back by 9:30.
(expect another threatening call from the city of vaughan about a case of elderly abuse involving a teenager)