Private Caller

It never usually does but, for reasons unknown, the message indicator light on the answering machine caught my eye at lunch this afternoon.

Please leave us a message after the tone...

"Hello," came the woman's voice.  "Yes, I don't know who you are but I was just lettin' you know..."

Oh Lord, this can't end well.

"...that I had about 15 phone calls from a little boy from this phone number..."

Please tell me he was just asking you if your refrigerator was running.

"...that he is just like...requesting...all kinds of music."

Well, that narrows the field to two.  Hold on a second.  He's what?

"So I'll just let you know that he's not calling people that he knows.  Thank you.  Bye."

Tuesday...eight thirty-two AM.

Justin!

"Justin?"

"What?"

"Remember when you said that Max gave you that telephone number?"

"He did!"

"Oh, I believe that.  But, I don't think it's for the radio station.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that the lady it belongs to is not at all interested in playing any of the music you want to hear."

"Oh."

"Would you please stop calling it, especially since it's long distance, and let Mom and me help you look up the toll-free number?"

"Okay."

- 31 January 2012