At 3:14 pm, Wednesday afternoon, my cellphone rang.
Not the usual ring; this ring was unusual. Intrigued by the different sound calling out to me, I scrambled for my phone from it’s pink leopard pocket inside my handbag. The display informed me that it was a RESTRICTED number (thus the unusual ring…)
I answered with a little more question lift to my voice than the typical ‘Hello?’. This may have conveyed a tiny sense of trepidation to my query.
Quickly, a female voice commanded to know, “Who is this.” It was NOT a question.
Taken aback, I replied the same in question, “Who is THIS?”
HER: “I want to know who this is!”
ME: “Um, YOU called me. Who were you thinking you called? Maybe you have a wrong number?”
HER: “I found this number and I want to know who this is.”
ME: “Ubbadubba, uh, UM, eh.….”
I hung up. Obviously, I’m not too quick with confrontational situations.
My cellphone called back and instead, my reaction this time, was to turn up my Sirius really loud (Puretone’s Addicted to Bass on BBC Radio Channel 11) and I let the call go to voicemail.
My nice friendly voicemail message told her who I am by name and who I work for (oops! gotta change THAT!) and I hope she was just confused and beginning to agree with me that she must have dialed incorrectly.
Heaven help me if:
#1) I had actually responded with the storyline I thought up while Puretone sang of the song of addiction, or
#2) She wrote my name down and is coming after me for whatever it is she thinks I’ve done or am doing. Which, my imagination tells me plays right along with storyline #1.
“Who is this.”
“Oh, Honey! Is this YOU? Why, Dearie, I’m the lady that is sleeping with your husband. He may have a little dick but he sure likes to spend his BIG money on me! You should see the pearl-necklace he got me for Christmas! MMm, MMmm, M!”
Thank GOD, I can’t think that fast nor have the personality to actually DO anything like that.
But then again, sin says thinkin’ it is the same as doin’ it. I’m DOOMED!
Later, in relaying my day’s happenings with D, he wanted to know who I’ve called on my cellphone. Get this, in the last WEEK, I called:
The United Way
My voicemail box at work
D at work
My friend H (elementary school teacher)
My friend J (in KC)
I think the lovely lady dialed wrong and has me confused with someone else…. Should I be scared?