life, or something like it
I have a lovely new phone, since the idiosyncrasies of my old phone got to be too annoying to deal with any longer. So that's fun. And it's the same brand as my old phone, so I have very little to get used to. And I've entered all the numbers from my old phone, so that's fun, too.
Speaking of entering numbers, I got another call from the mysterious 508 number that has been plaguing me since the weekend. This time, I answered:
Shapka: Hello?
Man: Who's this?
Shapka: No, who is this?
Man: This is mumble, mumble. How you doing?
Shapka: Who?
Man: Johnathan. What's going on?
Shapka: I don't know who you are.
Man: You forgot? We met at the market.
Shapka: I think you have the wrong number.
Man: Who's this?
Shapka: Hillary. You have the wrong number.
Man: Oh. So what's going on? Where are you?
Shapka: I'm at work. Do not call me again.
--click--
And I have added 508-588-6755 to my phone as: PSYCHO-DO NOT ANSWER
Perhaps I have learned something from my last run-in with a psychopath.
Speaking of entering numbers, I got another call from the mysterious 508 number that has been plaguing me since the weekend. This time, I answered:
Shapka: Hello?
Man: Who's this?
Shapka: No, who is this?
Man: This is mumble, mumble. How you doing?
Shapka: Who?
Man: Johnathan. What's going on?
Shapka: I don't know who you are.
Man: You forgot? We met at the market.
Shapka: I think you have the wrong number.
Man: Who's this?
Shapka: Hillary. You have the wrong number.
Man: Oh. So what's going on? Where are you?
Shapka: I'm at work. Do not call me again.
--click--
And I have added 508-588-6755 to my phone as: PSYCHO-DO NOT ANSWER
Perhaps I have learned something from my last run-in with a psychopath.