Had a creepy phone conversation yesterday. First off, we are TOTALLY on the "Do Not Call" list. We religiously put our numbers for home and cell phones on the website every time we need to.
So, the phone rings yesterday, and it says "Private Name/Number" on the caller id. Of course I answer it right away, because every time the relo company calls me, it says "private." There's a lady on the other end. Here's how the conversation went:
Lady: Who is this?
Me: I'm sorry?"
Lady: Who is this?
Me: Lara. Can I help you?
Lady: Is this (some garbled name of some company)?
Me: No, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number.
Lady: (starts laughing) Oh!!!
Me: Yes, you just misdialed, no problem!
Lady: Oh, I'm sorry!! *laughs--then short pause* So, how's your sex life?
Huh? Yeah, I hung up right on her after that. She sounded a little slurry and tipsy, but I was like WTH???? How did this weirdo get my number? Was she drunk dialing, or was she a serious solicitor CALLING ME EVEN THOUGH MY NUMBER IS ON THE LIST???
Whatever. It bugged me, though. Now I won't answer the "private" calls anymore. I'll let them go to voicemail. I mean, what was UP with that? Calling a private residence in the middle of the day? It was definitely jarring.
Yesterday was a little crazy. Carpet people, errands upon errands, then an after school basketball game and cub scouts, and we didn't get home until 9pm. Poor Thing Two didn't even have ten minutes to do his homework, so I had to wake him up at 5:30 this morning to do it. He wasn't thrilled about that, but if he wants to stay on the honor roll, he can't miss homework.
Today will be more of the same. I am feeling seriously overwhelmed by all the crap I have in this house. It's like the Hydra. You chop one head off, and three more grow back. But I have to say, I have eliminated all the cardboard in my back storage room. It is now GONE. And it it's place?
ONE HUNDRED AND THREE plastic tubs. Yes, people, I really have that many. I know, because I counted. You think I have enough stuff?
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Big families have lots of stuff.
Good for you, hanging up. I don't answer private/restricted numbers either, or numbers I don't recognize. If I CAN grab the number, I file with the FCC.
Hope you don't get any more of those.
Totally creepy!!
103??? Wow! I love plastic tubs. I'm kind of jealous!
Geesh Lara.....you are worse than I am! :-)
Mom
Looks like you'll be shopping for a very large house. And here I thought my 26 Rubbermaid 30 gallon bins were too much. Thanks for helping me feel better about myself.
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