With Enemies Like These…

(Two of my friends have a running joke that they’re each other’s nemeses and will even refer to each other as ‘enemy.’ One night a bunch of us are hanging out at our friend’s place.)

Me: “Hey, where’s [Other Friend]?”

Friend: “I don’t know. I’ll call him and ask him to come over.”

(He dials the phone, and as soon as someone on the other end picks up…)

Friend: “HELLO, ENEMY!” *pause* “Oh, I’m so sorry. I must have the wrong number.”

(The best thing about this story is that somewhere in our city, there must be a guy who tells people about the time he was mistaken for someone else’s enemy.)