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Thursday, March 29, 2007 Wrong Numbers and Cell Phones

Lying in bed, trying not to get trampled by one of the kitties, I heard the most awful sound. It took a moment to penetrate my sleep-fogged brain, and when it did, I realized it was my cell phone on vibrate. I crawled out of bed and out to the dinning room table. I flipped open the phone and stared at the unfamiliar number.

Where was that area code from? Not the east coast, I didn't think, but damn, if that number didn't sound familiar. I waited for a message. Surely if it were an important call they'd leave a message. None came.

So I completed my rounds of morning medications for the kitties, got kind of dressed and brewed a cup of coffee. After all, if it were an important phone call, I didn't want to sound incoherent.

When no message, and no additional call was forthcoming, I called the number back.

"Hello," said a gruff voice on the other end. My cell phone identified the number as being in Florida. Well Crap!

"I'm sorry, I received a call from this number, but no message was left. I wanted to return it in case it was important," I said.

"Did I talk to you about a junk car?"

"I guess it was a wrong number. Thank you."

On the other end of the line the man harrumphed and hung up.

In this age of instant communication, such exchanges (albeit without the junk car) are probably common. We see a phone number. We don't recognize it. And if our curiosity gets the better of us, we call. Wrong numbers suddenly turn into convoluted webs of communication, and we are all connected.

Considering how cars are in my family's past (my grandfather and father ran a junk yard when I was too young to watch Sesame Street), and my father and I used to spend many Saturday afternoons cruising the car lots, just for fun, I thought the conversation I had with this wrong number a sign of just how small the world was. Because you see, another time, another place, he might have been discussing junk cars with me, or with my father.

A wrong number on a cell phone probably seems like a such a silly thing to blog about, but I like finding things like these and contemplating them, finding deeper meanings within the webs. Yeah, it was just a wrong number. But at least it was an interesting one.

Posted by Mary Winter :: 8:05 AM :: 0 comments

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