I am the wrong number quite a bit. At least once or twice a week.
I get sweet old ladies asking for a taxi.
young men thinking i’m the indian restaurant and order a curry takeout.
I’m an old friend they haven’t called in 10 years.
The lady who hasn’t taken her children, aged 5 and 2, to the dentist in a while.*
And. I’m Kathy.
Some want me to tell them the number they’ve called.
To which i respond with the question: what number did you try to call?
Others want to tell me about their friend. Or ask where they’ve moved.
Or insist I have a taxi pick them up at 10:23. And to be on time.
Others still are confused when I say i’ve no indian, or italian, or chinese to deliver them.
And it seems dentist office likes to remind multiple times a week for a month or two.
until they give in? or until i call them and tell them – I have no children. I go by another name. And please don’t call me again.
*Some messages are just that specific.
