I’ve had comments guessing at the country of origin of my mystery voicemail leaver. Polish, Russian, Persian, Indian, Arabic – who knows. But here she is on Thanksgiving still trying to get a hold of somebody. I’m starting to feel bad for her because she obviously doesn’t know that she’s calling the wrong number. And here it is on Thanksgiving and she has nobody on the other end of the line to talk to.
I am grateful I am not her today.