![]() The proverbial light bulb flashed over my head. “How would this lady have a card from me to some Barbara, and then how would she know my phone number?”my guy pondered. Me? I love snail mail cards and send them often: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, get wells, and any-excuse-to-send-this-cute-card-to-a-friend card. ![]() He pays bills, and that’s the extent of his use of stamps. The next voice mail included more information: “I’m not Barbara, yet your card arrived here.” He checked his wallet all of his credit cards were in place. The first two calls were hang-ups, then three voice mails, delivered in a shaky female voice: “I have your card. The phone calls originated from a CA town where we’ve never lived. Yesterday my guy received five crank calls that made no sense to him.
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