Tuesday, December 15, 2009

wrong number

So Jared called me today. He asked if this was Anh. I said, "yes." Somehow out of the name "Anh" I heard "Holly." Don't ask me. My ears are going bad, my eyes are going bad - it's all downhill after 25.

He said, "hey, it's Jared."
Me: "who?"
"Jared."
"Jared who?"

At this point, Jared sighed rather loudly as if exasperated w/my incessant pestering. Um, excuse me buddy, you called me.

"Jared Combs from ROTC," he said the exact same way Kip talks on Napolean Dynamite. I was silent. Nothing from me. This made him even more exasperated. "Is this Anh?" He asked again. "No," I answered this time.
"Oh."

Silence from both of us.

"I think you have the wrong number," I suggested more than stating.
Another sigh. "OK, thanks."
"Sorry," I apologized, suddenly feeling bad that he had to hear it this way. I felt a quick twinge of guilt for giving Donny who I met in 2004 a wrong number myself.

The line clicked before I was able to offer my condolences.

"Why did you apologize for a wrong number?" Steve asked me. "I felt bad for him," I answered. But I got over it to blog about it. Only I would dedicate an entire blog post to a wrong number.

2 comments:

Patrick said...

when I visit I better be careful not to do anything to memorable or it'll be in blogland 4 minutes afterward

holly said...

Patrick, don't bother trying to avoid it - you will be in blogland regardless of your actions.