I know Helaine’s number and Stef’s–both still 203. I remember my sister and brother-in-law’s house phone. I usually call them on their cells nowadays. I can’t tell you my parents’ number or the number of any friend, save Rick Allison whose number spells out two words.
I push a button. Most times I see their photo. Their voice magically appears.
Most of us are like that now. If you carry your phone in your pocket are you dialing 10 digits to make a call? I didn’t think so.
That’s what makes what’s on this voicemail so special. It’s a wrong number. Remember those?
She was polite. Points for that.
When was the last time you got a wrong number? I can’t remember. Years. Many years.
Do people even leave voicemail much anymore?