You’ve Got the Wrong Number, Ma’am
So, last night I was rocking Micah before putting her down to bed when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Who’s this?” demanded the voice on the other end of the line.
How rude! I thought. And because I was so offended, I answered with another question:
“Who are you trying to reach?”
The mystery voice answered, “I’m trying to reach someone who knocked on the door and told an 85-year-old woman that Jamie had taken $25 and come to find out you took the money and did something illegal with it…”
Or something like that, anyway. I was too shocked to remember the details of the tirade.
I tried to interrupt to tell the lady she had the wrong person.
It took a few tries to get through.
“Ma’am! You have the wrong number.”
“No, I don’t believe I do.”
“Yes, ma’am, you do. I’m not the person you want to talk to.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Do you know the person’s name that you’re trying to reach?”
Nothing but crickets.
“Ma’am?”
“Well…..yeah.”
“Well, what is it? Because my name is Leslie.”
“What?”
“My name is Leslie. Who do you want to talk to?”
Indecipherable mumbling. Then a click.
I think I’m going to run a reverse phone number search and see what I find. Thank you, caller ID. My question is this: Was that for real? Or was that a prank call? What do you think?
Until next time, grace and peace.











