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We are not Leo.
We have been getting a lot of calls for Leo, more or less daily. Apparently, Leo is giving out our phone number as his, either by hand or through some fluke of his phone service. This morning, at about 5AM, someone called twice—once to reach our answering machine, and again to reach me, who rose from a warm bed and displaced the cat to answer it. Why he called back after hearing an answering machine message that mentioned two names, neither of which were Leo, I don't know. And he did not just apologize for getting a wrong number and hang up—he, like everyone else who calls for Leo, doubted my claim that Leo does not live here, asked if I knew him, then hung uncertain on the line: "You sure?"
The fellow that takes the cake, though, called several nights ago at 3AM. He asked if I was Leo, asked if I knew Leo, and insisted that the phone I'd answered was Leo's. Then he called back, half an hour later, to ask if I had Leo's phone number. Never an apology.
I am beginning to think Leo is a dealer or a procurer. Who else gets calls from muddled people in the wee hours, people who don't know his last name, who call back just in case Leo has been discovered sleeping beneath the couch?
I don't know if Leo is related to the beeps. An automated system of some kind keeps calling our house, all hours of the day and night, and when I pick up the phone I hear only "...beeeeeep. ...beeeeeep." We had the same problem in Oberlin, which leads me to think we have horrible phone luck, as I've never heard of anyone else who was called by beeps.
I am beginning to think we should change our phone number. But I like our phone number.
We have been getting a lot of calls for Leo, more or less daily. Apparently, Leo is giving out our phone number as his, either by hand or through some fluke of his phone service. This morning, at about 5AM, someone called twice—once to reach our answering machine, and again to reach me, who rose from a warm bed and displaced the cat to answer it. Why he called back after hearing an answering machine message that mentioned two names, neither of which were Leo, I don't know. And he did not just apologize for getting a wrong number and hang up—he, like everyone else who calls for Leo, doubted my claim that Leo does not live here, asked if I knew him, then hung uncertain on the line: "You sure?"
The fellow that takes the cake, though, called several nights ago at 3AM. He asked if I was Leo, asked if I knew Leo, and insisted that the phone I'd answered was Leo's. Then he called back, half an hour later, to ask if I had Leo's phone number. Never an apology.
I am beginning to think Leo is a dealer or a procurer. Who else gets calls from muddled people in the wee hours, people who don't know his last name, who call back just in case Leo has been discovered sleeping beneath the couch?
I don't know if Leo is related to the beeps. An automated system of some kind keeps calling our house, all hours of the day and night, and when I pick up the phone I hear only "...beeeeeep. ...beeeeeep." We had the same problem in Oberlin, which leads me to think we have horrible phone luck, as I've never heard of anyone else who was called by beeps.
I am beginning to think we should change our phone number. But I like our phone number.
