The mystery is: Why do people leave voicemail messages on the phones of people who are obviously not the intended recipient?
A few days ago I finally changed my cell phone number to a local one, despite having lived in San Diego for six months. I just never bothered to do it before, for various reasons. But ever since my number changed, I have become more popular than ever! I have gotten calls from Sacramento, Seattle, New Hampshire and Wilmington, Delaware, to name a few. And because these callers leave me voicemail messages when it would seem obvious that the voicemail box does not belong to their friend/family member/colleague, I thought I would perform a public service and distribute these messages, just in case these people read my blog.
If someone put in a service request at (name and beginning of case number cut off in computerized message), and your claim number ends in -578X, please call your contact at the company.
Tina, please call Dr. B. at the New Day Clinic about a "personal matter".
Angelika, I think your mother is looking for you. I'm not sure, because she doesn't speak English and she just kept asking for you over and over.
"Hey, Man", you got a call from "It's Me". He wants to know if you're still down for this weekend.
I think that's it. If I get any more, I'll let you know.
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No knitting news to speak of, HOWEVER, you stash-down doubters will be delighted to find out that although I did complete the Central Park Hoodie and took the 1485 yards off my total, I came across a 1650 yard hank of laceweight that had never been entered. The universe is a big one for balance, isn't it?