I Think I Know Who I Am
My cell phone rang this morning, startling both me and the dogs because almost no one calls me on the cell, and also because I have the ringer turned way up because when people do call me, I often can’t hear it.
“Can I speak to Sarkus?” the woman on the other end said.
“Who?” I said.
“Sarkus, can I speak to Sarkus?”
“You have the wrong number,” I said, mentally calculating how many of my free minutes this dumb lady had just cost me.
“No, I’m pretty sure I have the right number. Isn’t this — ” and she rattled off a phone number, similar to mine except in the last four digits; so in other words, not really similar to mine.
“That’s not it,” I said flatly. Wouldn’t I know if there was a Sarkus around? Apparently she didn’t think so.
“Oh, sorry,” she said.
I hung up. I would have called back to explain that I didn’t appreciate her assumption that I didn’t know who I was and who was around me at this phone number and that there should be a Sarkus at the end of the line, whatever a Sarkus was, but I felt I didn’t need that much aggravation at the start of my work day.
And also, her phone number was unlisted.
Posted by: ssjane | August 20, 2007 | 10:58 am
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