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Do you ever get wrong number phone calls?
I’m a bit of a magnet for them, even though I’ve had my current cell phone number since I was a teenager.
I get the same woman calling me about once a month, and she never remembers that she has the wrong number. Although I don’t know for sure what she looks like, in my head she is an older African-American woman, in a floral bathrobe sitting at a vintage oak dinning table sipping Taster Choice out of an old mug.
This was our most recent conversation:
My phone rings, I know it’s her.
Her: “Oh…Um…do I have the right number?”
Me: “Honey, you’ve called me every month for the past two years and this still isn’t the right number.”
Her, laughing: “Girl! Haha! Do I really? Aren’t you a sweetheart! Why you keep takin’ my calls?!”
Me: “Because if I don’t answer you just keep calling! Plus, I’ve gotten used to this.”
Her: “You are so sweet! You’re my girl. I won’t call you again, I promise! So nice to talk to you again.”
Me: ” Ok, hon. Talk to you next month.”
And I hope I do.
I have her number saved in my phone as Mrs. Tasters Choice and when her number pops up, I get a big smile on my face. She’s told me stories about a friend of hers in the hospital, about how she used to sell pies at Penn Station, about her husband that passed away a few years ago from a heart attack right in the middle of a Sizzler. She’s seen hard times, that’s obvious, but she’s the kind of woman who chooses to be happy, to brighten people’s day. At least that’s what she always does for me.