I was reclining on the couch watching Shepard tour an Israeli air base where F-16’s were taking off to bomb the poop out of Hezbollah when all-of-the-sudden the phone rang. Mom answered it. I only heard her end of the conversation, and it went something like this:
“Hello.”
“I’m sorry; you have the wrong number.”
“No … no … you have the wrong number.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Sweetie, you’ve got the wrong number.”
“There’s no one here by that name. I think …”
“No.”
“Look, you called me.”
“I’m not Mary and I don’t have you money.”
“I’m hanging up now …”
It went on like this for about five minutes. We both got a kick out of it, but man, some people just don’t listen.
~Jonathan
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