Evidently the cell phone gods are having a practical joke party with my phone number. A couple months ago, I got about 20 calls in a week from various staffpeople from a Nissan dealer in Vienna, Virginia, who were hot to sell "Alex" a new car.
This week, I am getting calls from "Grandma." I have traced the number to a rest home in Walhalla. The couple times I have answered, she immediately demands "Who is this?" I say "It's Juliet, you have the wrong number." I've stopped answering the number, now that I recognize it.
Am I a terrible person for not cultivating a beautiful and rewarding phone relationship with this lonely woman who stumbled on my number? I can live with that.
Maybe it's actually myself calling from 40 years in the future. I am coming up on the big 4-0.
Danielle Behind the Wheel
1 day ago
8 comments:
Interesting thought, but if it were future you calling, they'd know it was you. So you can scratch that one off.
More likely, it's past you calling for advice. So if you do answer, be careful not to reveal too much or you'll alter the timeline.
Wow, past me sounds really old.
But what if future me has Alzheimer's, then I wouldn't know it was me I was calling...
I actually feel slightly guilty for not calling the rest home and telling them one of their residents is continually not getting ahold of her family...
I think it could still be future you. But future you can't tell you anything, because that would alter the timeline. So all she can do is listen to your voicemail over and over again.
Maybe you should change your voicemail. Something along the lines of "Either leave some lottery numbers or be done with it FutureJuliet. This is getting old. Like you. Not me. Because I'm younger than you."
Actually I had a similar thing happen a couple of weeks ago. On Sunday morning I had a whole series of text messages from a strange number. It turned out to be from "Richard" talking about the good time he had. And then wondering what I was up to. And then asking for me to call. And then asking if I was ok. Then silence.
Poor Richard.
Wow. At least he'll have something to write in the Almanac. Ha!
Ha.
She called again last night, but didn't leave a message this time.
You could try heavy breathing.
But that might increase the number of calls, depending on her condition...
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