Wrong Number

I was working diligently today ~ actually at work WORKING for a change ~ when I answered the phone. Cuz it was ringing.

Moi: Good afternoon, place-where-I-work, Wilma speaking.
Them: {Silence.}
Moi: Hello. Place-where-I-work. Hello?
Them: {elderly woman's voice} Is that Audrey's?
Moi: No. Who were you trying to call?
Them: Are you up Moncton way?
Moi: No. You've called Saskatchewan.
Them: Oh. {Pause} What's the weather like there?
Moi: Nice. It's sunny today.
Them: Oh, it's sunny here, too!

I lurve people who can roll with the flow. {That's a new saying, I've now copyrighted it so don't be stealing it as your own without giving credit to moi!}.

I dial wrong numbers all the time ~ mostly cuz I refuse to use the phone book. I am utterly & completely convinced of my own super-genius {as are you, or you should be}, & truth be told, I actually do have most of the local numbers in my head somewhere. I make Puffy test me sometimes. Ah, Friday nights are SOOOO FUN at Chez Wilma!

There are only so many people living here in Dodge, & I figure I know most of them so what's the worst that could happen? I dial a wrong number & talk to someone I haven't seen for a while.

Never dialed New Brunswick, though.

I used to get frequent phone calls for "Kim". From Washington. The caller, in all their wisdom, would dial 306 instead of 360. Couldn't figure it out. I always made fun of them, but now, looking back, I'm feeling a little ashamed. Mayhaps they were dyslexic?