The Incredibly True Tale Of The UCLA Girl Who Inherited Paris Hilton's Cellphone Number
In the proud tradition of The Crazy, Random "Chris Rock Thing" and The Imposter With The Same Name As A Model/Actor That Lindsay Lohan Kept Booty-Calling, today's LAT brings us the story of a telecommunications snafu that truly defines this moment in popular culture: The Incredibly True Tale of the UCLA Girl Who Inherited Paris Hilton's Cellphone Number. Fittingly, this narrative about misdirected calls, mistakenly proffered party invites, and expressions of post-sentencing solidarity that would never lift the spirit of their intended recipient begins in a bathroom stall in West Hollywood:
It all began on St. Valentine's Day during a night out in West Hollywood out with friends, Barlow said.
She was carrying her black Motorola Razr in a back pocket when it fell into a toilet.
The next day she went to replace her submerged cell. When she got the new phone, her wireless carrier insisted that Barlow be assigned a new number with a 310 area code rather than her 415 prefix.
"I was bummed," the San Francisco native said. "It's part of your identity."
As it turned out, Barlow had inherited a recycled phone number that still was very much part of Hilton's identity. [...]
We recommend that you immediately click over to the LAT and read this amazing piece for yourself before the one producer in Hollywood working today swoops in to snatch up the rights. By the time he pitches the project to studios on Monday morning, some minor tweaks to the premise will render this a broader comedy about a sorority girl who discovers that the phone she's just dropped into the toilet at Hyde now gives her the magical ability to swap bodies with Paris Hilton every time she places a call.
