Last week, Nomi received a dollar bill in change on which someone had written the name Kate, along with a phone number. My curiosity was piqued. How did Kate's name and phone number get into circulation in American currency? Might she have given the number to a guy she met at a bar, and he made the mistake of spending it? Could she be doing an experiment to see how far the bill had gotten, or to see if anyone would actually call?
I looked up the number on the Internet and found that Kate apparently uses a Sprint-service cell phone in Richmond, Virginia. So last night, with Nomi's permission, I called her up to tell her about the bill.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Kate?"
(hesitantly) "Yes..."
"My name is Michael; I'm calling from the Boston area. My wife found your name and phone number on a dollar bill she got in change, and we were wondering what it was about."
(she mumbles)
"Could you repeat that?"
(more mumbling; but I get the idea that a friend wrote her number down on the bill against her wishes)
"Would you like me to cross out your number?"
(firmly) "Yes. Please."
"Will do. So you won't have to worry about anyone calling you again." (I suddenly realize how that sounds.) "I mean...you know what I mean. Have a nice life."
Kate of Richmond, Virginia, if you're out there, we've crossed out your name and number in black Sharpie pen.
I looked up the number on the Internet and found that Kate apparently uses a Sprint-service cell phone in Richmond, Virginia. So last night, with Nomi's permission, I called her up to tell her about the bill.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Kate?"
(hesitantly) "Yes..."
"My name is Michael; I'm calling from the Boston area. My wife found your name and phone number on a dollar bill she got in change, and we were wondering what it was about."
(she mumbles)
"Could you repeat that?"
(more mumbling; but I get the idea that a friend wrote her number down on the bill against her wishes)
"Would you like me to cross out your number?"
(firmly) "Yes. Please."
"Will do. So you won't have to worry about anyone calling you again." (I suddenly realize how that sounds.) "I mean...you know what I mean. Have a nice life."
Kate of Richmond, Virginia, if you're out there, we've crossed out your name and number in black Sharpie pen.
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Date: 2006-03-23 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-23 03:05 pm (UTC)I hope your curse (noone every calling her again) is unsuccessful.
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Date: 2006-03-28 02:04 pm (UTC)And obviously you were right to call Kate - so that's two good deeds!
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Date: 2006-03-24 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-24 07:04 am (UTC)When I was in high school, a girl called my house named Stephanie Beecher. It was a wrong number. We wound up talking for an hour and a half. For the next three years or so, we continued a friendship that was purely over the phone, calling each other once a week or so and just chatting. I never met her and I have no idea what happened to her in the end, but I enjoyed her friendship very much and think about her now and then. And that was all just from a wrong number.
Silly lady, she should've at least given you the story of how her number got on there. People seem more anti-social to me these days. :-P
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