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Phone Adventure
I went to the beach with my phone. When I left I no longer had it. Sam and I thought maybe it was just misplaced somewhere. But I got an email that led me to think otherwise…
From: Kira
Reply-To: Kira
To: Matt
Subject: stop prank calling me! or start.
uh, have you been calling us? or have you programmed your name to
appear on some crazy lady’s number when she called us? i just talked
to her. she sounded indian.
whats up?
k
From: Matt
Reply-To: Matt
To: Kira
Subject: Re: stop prank calling me! or start.
I lost my phone at the beach!!!
Someone is using it?
From: Kira
Reply-To: Kira
To: Matt
Subject: Re: stop prank calling me! or start.
apparently. your name comes up on the caller id, anyway. the first
time i called back, i just got yr voicemail, so i left a message, then
it called again, but there was no one on the line when i picked up, so
i called back and asked what sounded like an old indian lady for you.
she said wrong munber and hung up. thats so random and weird. did
you somehow have my boston number programmed into your phone? if not,
the coincidence is overwhelming. are you sure your not just prank
calling me?
maybe i’ll call her again tonight, see what she has to say.
k
From: Matt
Reply-To: Matt
To: Kira
Subject: Re: stop prank calling me! or start.
It was my phone. I programmed your number in after you sent everyone
your “I give up I’m getting a cell phone” email. A coworker also got a
call. He probably comes up under K. I called and finally got them!
They answered, but they wouldn’t talk to me. When I called back, they
wouldn’t pick up.
So I’ve cancelled the service. I think when I get the bill I’ll have
to go through and call those numbers…. Maybe the people they gave
the phone number to will call it.
I wonder what happened… Sam thought she had just lost the phone in
the sand. Maybe someone stole it?
So I’m waiting to get a new phone. The wistful part of me kind of wishes that they would’ve talked to me. I’d love for it to have been a great random intersection, but hey.