Monday, August 23, 2010

Wrong Number... Please!

Since, at my age, I am not doing anything that is very interesting, when someone calls and asks me what I am doing, I decided to come up with a list of things for answering that question. 
 
For instance, restringing my tennis racquet, or helping Hillary plan Chelsea’s wedding, repacking my parachute!  You get the picture!  Silly stuff. 
 
This morning a lady called and instead of saying “Hello“ she asked what I was doing, so I told her that I was counting the number of grains of salt in my salt shaker!  When she asked why in the world would I do that, I realized I did not recognize the voice on the other end of this call.  I said, “I’ll bet you have a wrong number.” And she asked me if I was Wanda, and I assured her she did, indeed, have a wrong number.  She said “Well I am sorry, but can I call you again sometime?  You sound like fun.”  That made me chuckle.  I hope she does call again, as she sounded like someone who would appreciate my weird sense of humor!
 
After I hung up, I got to thinking about how things were 50 or 60 years ago when our town was much smaller.  In those days when you got a wrong number it was always someone you knew, and you could chat for a half hour!   In those days I would have recognized the voice immediately and naturally, they would have known who I was as soon as I answered the phone, because it took a while for me to loose my California accent. 
 
Things do change!

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