What went down when you dialed numbers written on bathroom stalls?

I once added someone on Snapchat who'd spray painted their name on top of a mountain I was hiking,

and they replied to my message with,

Who the frick is this? Like I was the jerk.

Never dialed one myself, but I answered a call one day from an unrecognized number. He was in a

bathroom stall at Arby's that read, for a long philosophical conversation followed closely by rough

bedroom activities, and then my phone number. Now, I didn't write it, but I guess word gets around.

I found a business card in a phone booth printed cryptically with,

If you don't call, you'll never know. And a phone number. Since I had time left on the phone

card, I called and now I know. It was a pseudo-religious self-help cult, trying to recruit

people to seminars at their ranch in like New Mexico somewhere, with promises of finding a new

spiritual family. No thanks. The last thing I need is more family. There was a guy in my group of

friends that annoyed the crap out of me. I made a series of free yard work by the mentally challenged

signs and hung them up in Costco bathrooms numerous times for about five summers in a row.

He'd always complain of these stupid people calling him thinking he was a special needs person who liked to do yard work for free.

I never did tell him it was me who put those signs there.

I dialed a number from my college bathroom stalls that said,

Free down underkiss.

I thought it was going to be the police department or something esonine,

but I wanted to do it anyway because you never know and it was a number for vector marketing.

Fah!

I saw a number scratched on a table at a bar that said something like,

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