On Saturday I answered the phone to an
inquiry to speak to someone other than Leroy. I told them that it must be a
wrong number. In a minuet they called back. Recognizing that voice, I took some
time to ask what number they were calling. It was my number. The woman said
that her phone company had just changed her number. Neither us had any idea why
we had the same number, but all calls were coming to me. Maybe because I have
had the number for a longer period of time?
Later I got a robot call from a drug
store telling me that my prescription was ready to pick up. I just ignored that
since I have no prescriptions out there. Later Leroy told me he also answered a
call about that drug pick up. The next day I once again got that same call.
Today a different someone called and
asked for a person with a name that I did not recognize. I told them they had a
wrong number. Again it was not long before I received a second call. I inquired
about what number they were trying to call, only to learn, as expected, that it
was my number. This person told me he was trying to reach his brother. He
apologized saying, “I will take care of it.”
I then told him, “When you make
contact, please tell him that the drug store is trying to get a hold of them
about picking up a prescription.”
Seems to me this person gets more
calls than we do. It also makes me think about when we lived in Chariton.
Leroy’s cell number was sold to another company. That time Leroy had to get a
new number. His new number is associated with the Vermont area. Course, these
days numbers do not show where everyone lives, as numbers can stay with people
through many moves. Are we getting less tied to a place?
Paula
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