A number I didn't know came up on my phone. It was a local number, so it could have been one of the kids calling from wherever so I answered it.
I got this fast talking guy from some "travel agency" who told me that I had accumulated a lot of "travel miles". There must be a chip in my car ...
I let him spew for a moment and then asked him a simple question ... "What is my name?" He stopped for a moment so I asked him again "What is my name?"
He hung up on me, I don't think he loves me anymore.
Remind me later to tell you about "Steve".
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, after which it wandered out to various other sites. Feel free to reply where ever you want. I should still see it.