05/05/2005: "What we have here..."

So I'm sitting here today, right, doing my work and all that when my cell phone rings. Which usually means a call from work which often means that someone is calling because they're concerned enough about something that a mere email will not suffice. So I alacritically grab my phone and pop it open. But the call's not from work, it's a local number, which is odd since there's only like one person around here who might call me and he's in my address book. I pick the phone...

"Hello?"

"Hey Tom! This is Don. I was just talking to the builders here and they said that we gotta get-"

I cut him off. "Um, hey, sorry I think you got the wrong number."

"Oh. Well... this is Don.", he says, seemingly confident in the knowledge that if he knows who he is then I must. "The builders said we gotta get all them windows up there in that building closed before we can pour the concrete, so I need ya to do that."

"No, dude, really. You've got the wrong number. This is not Tom, this is Matt. I have no idea who you are or what you're talking about."

And then comes classic part: "Yeah, whatever. Look, we really gotta get those windows closed in that building up there. Can you do that for me?"

"Um. Yeah. Ok, sure. I'll get right on that."

"Alright, good."

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