my kurt vonnegut story
One night, in college, sitting around the dorms pissing our education away, someone noticed that Kurt Vonnegut had done a speaking engagement somewhere in Rochester that evening, and we started bemoaning the fact we missed it.
So someone, (not me), grabbed a phone book and stared calling the front desk of every hotel/motel in Rochester and asking for Kurt Vonnegut. Eventually, around midnight, we were connected with a room. A tired, somewhat cofused voice said
Voice: Hello?
Our Representative: Is this Kurt Vonnegut?
Voice: Fuck you! [hangs up]
Originally Posted April 13, 2007