Monday, October 27, 2008

When Answering the Phone Can Be Fun

A few minutes before 9 p.m., our home phone rang. We have caller ID.

The area code was 323 with “Unknown Name,” which was the Hubster’s work area code when he was at Cal State L.A.

I answered, figuring it was one of my California friends. It wasn’t.

The (male) caller asked for Chris. I asked who was calling, since I could clearly hear phone bank noises in the background.

“I’m calling for No on 8,” he said

Me: “What?”

Him: “Proposition 8”

Me: “Huh?”

Him: “Have you heard of Proposition 8?”

Me: “Yeah … IN CALIFORNIA

Him: … silence …

Me: “You know you’re calling PENNSYLVANIA, right?”

Him: “Uh, … no”

And just for the record? There is no possible way I would vote for Prop 8 if I still lived in California. But I don’t. And neither does the Hubster. We haven’t for about 16 months.

Chris explained the mechanics of how this happened. It has to do with companies that update phone numbers and nobody doing a sweep to make sure that the new numbers are still in California. Because why would anybody leave California? ;-)

3 comments:

SJ said...

You would think they might, I don't know, look at the number before they dial?

Jenn said...

Ugh, lately, I've been ignoring the phone when I see the caller ID more than I've been answering it. How did I function before caller ID?

Yvonne said...

I agree with Jenn's comment. How did we function? Three (THREE!) political calls last night from unrecognizable numbers.