Last night, after I went to bed, the phone rang. That means one of two things, someone has died or someone has dialed the wrong number. The Man was off working in Orange County, so I dread phone calls in the middle of the night.
It was a computer (no, not Antonio Villagiarosa, his computer left me a message on Monday) and it was speaking in Spanish.
As near as I can figure out (I understand Spanish, but I was sleepy, and it’s the next morning, so my memory isn’t as good) it was a collect call from Costa Mesa from Carlos. The computerized operator told me that she was calling from DSS (or something like that) and I was told that if I wanted to speak to Carlos I should press cinco and then it told me that it was a collect call again and if I accepted I should press ocho.
I hung up.
Then Carlos called again. This time I kept trying to press cero, because I did not want him to keep calling me all night. That did no good, so I hung up and waited for the phone to ring again, rerunning the translation in my head to make sure I didn’t hang up on a call that was actually for me. I don’t know about anybody else, but I’d say that my wrong number ratio lately is about one for every right number. Does that mean that I need to get more calls from people who intend to call me, or that there are some very confused people out there?