Another flashback to Paul's awkard teenage years in 1966.

The minute Camille picked up the phone that interrupted her Algebra homework, she asked for the identity of the person on the other side of the line.

That same moment, Paul went from a state of anticipation to a stupified silence. Of course it was also that moment that he tried not to let the phone slip out of his sweaty fingers.

Well what the hell are you waiting for, Paul asked himself.

It wasn't Camille that could not be reached..it was Paul's brain. And yet again, the poor bastard could'nt open his open his mouth.

And so it was Camille who was left dumbfounded before she said "hmm...wrong number". and hung up.

How very awkard.

I think to sum up this scenario, i listened to some 1960's bossa nova while doing this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfy2ggYnxsk

oh yes, weve all been there, folks. LOL.