My Friend The Digimonster

| Australia | Friendly | April 8, 2016

(My friend and I are in the car together when she starts talking about the past.)

Friend: “Hey, do you remember when we were kids and you use to leave those really long messages on our answering machine?”

Me: “What? No.”

Friend: “You did! You use to leave twenty-minute long messages on our answering machine for us to find!”

Me: “Oh, my god, I don’t remember that! Was I actually calling for a reason or just because?”

Friend: “I can’t remember. I just remember mum and dad finding them!”

Me: “I honestly don’t remember but that really does sound like something I would have done!”

Friend: “And do you remember when you met my best friend from primary school? We were playing M.A.T.C.H. and she asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up and you said a Digimon!”

Me: “Oh, my god!”

Friend: “Yeah! She was like ‘what’s Digimon’ and I told her it was a show, so she said ‘Oh, so you want to be an animator?’ And you said ‘No, I want to be a Digimon’!”

Me: “I don’t remember that! Oh, my god, that is such a tiny [My Name] answer! Why, tiny me?!”

Friend: “I think you’re the reason why I don’t like my social groups mixing.”

Me: “Awwww. I swear, all my friends have at least one story about how I’ve traumatized them in some way.”

Friend: “Only one?”

Me: “At least one.”

Friend: “That’s better.”

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