I was downstairs last night in the kitchen when the phone rang. It was a little after 9:00 p.m., and I was worried that it might be a family member in trouble (now I sound like a Wonder Pet). I answered the phone, but no one was there.

“Hello?” I said one more time, a little cautiously.

“Oh crap, I did it again” said the voice on the phone.

I laughed outloud, for the past two months almost every Sunday I receive the same phone call in the evening. It is this really nice lady who is trying to call her son, but she dials incorrectly and gets me. Our phone numbers are the same, but the area code is just one number different, it is too funny.

“O.k. you really have to forgive me, I’m so sorry that I’ve called you again, I am just so sorry” says the really nice lady.

“No problem” I say.

“Thanks for not chewing me out” she says.

We hang up, and I’m still giggling that she thanked me for not being mean to her. It is one of those funny mistakes, and now I have a new phone friend.