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?