My phone rang today. I looked at the number. The number was in-state but out of town. Do I know anybody there? I thought to myself.
Nope, I answered.
I let it go to voicemail.
As soon as my phone beeped I listened to the message.
“Honey,” the male voice said, “I’m returning your phone call but, um, I guess you’re not answering. If it’s real important call back and I’ll try and call you back, ok? Love you, bye.”
Hmm, I thought, that message is odd on so many levels.
I know my memory is playing tricks on me but I think I would have remembered a few important key factors.
One, do I have a honey?
Two, was I trying to get a hold of said honey?
Three, is there something urgent I need to share?
To the best of my knowledge (granted, sometimes I’m the last to know) I could answer NO to each question.
I played the message for my officemate. She giggled. “If he’s returning a phone call, how did he get the wrong one?”
I shrugged my shoulders. We couldn’t even hypothesize to give him the benefit of the doubt. It made no sense.
My bleeding heart got the best of me. I didn’t want to leave him hanging thinking he left a message for honey. I text him back. My officemate couldn’t believe what I wrote. She imagined his face became very red. I did not receive an answer.
What would you have done?
