Sorry. Wrong Number.

A little while ago, my cell phone rang. Not too many people have the number and those that do generally call the house first so whenever it does ring when I’m home and it’s not Theresa, it’s sort of a surprise. As I usually do, I looked at the number, didn’t recognize it, and hit ‘reject.’

Then that got me to thinking. What if it was someone from some random online contest I entered, calling to say I just won a million dollars or a trip to Bermuda? Maybe it’s not such a good idea to automatically reject all unfamiliar calls.

I looked at the phone number. Hmmm…. this person also called me a week ago. I did a reverse search on the phone number and it turns out it’s listed to someone who lives in Manhattan who I don’t know; a private residence. Now wouldn’t you think if the person called me last week, got my voicemail where they can hear they’ve reached Joanne, wouldn’t that clue them in to the fact that they have a wrong number? Did they think the number maybe changed from last week to this week and if they would only try again, maybe this time it would work and they’d get to talk to whoever is is they’re looking for?

If they call again next week, maybe I should show up at their apartment and ring the bell. When they answer the door, I’ll say, “Do you know me?” They will, of course, say no. Then I will tell them, “Then stop calling my damn phone!”