I keep getting a call from a random number.
Obviously, I assume its the collection agency.
Because they call my phone like a bazillion times a day.
It was not.
Mr. Anonymous started leaving messages.
I am not Jennifer.
This has been going on for the better part of a week.
And I was torn on how to handle it. I hate talking on the phone to people I know, let alone strangers.
But, I did feel a little bit bad for Mr. A as he was so avidly seeking out this Jennifer character.
I am assuming that Jennifer gave him the wrong number on purpose. I can't say I blame her. If she had any idea how persistent he was, she most likely gave him the ol' switch-eroo.
Finally, today, Mr. A text me. After a slew of unanswered calls and messages.
I was slightly annoyed slash slightly empathetic.
I text him back. "This is not Jennifer."
He was not fazed.
He wrote back. "Oh. Thanks for clarifying. Do you need a friendly and reliable computer guy?"
I was a little taken aback.
For all he knows, I'm some psycho, 70 year old, hoarding, male pedophile.
I am not.
I didn't write anything back.
Then he writes..."Hello?"
Like we were having a conversation and I was taking too long to answer.
He proceeds with:
"Fine, sorry for blowing up your phone with messages..."
He actually put the "..."
Waiting for me to answer.
Needless to say, I did NOT respond.
This guy had no discretion. He did not care that I wasn't Jennifer. He didn't really care who I was. And he still wanted to talk to me.
Is this creepy?
I think, yes. Yes it is creepy.
And now this guy has my number forever.
He can bug me infinitely.
Forever, until I change my number.
Thanks a lot Jennifer.