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Wrong number is wrong in SOOOOO many ways...
Thursday, June 9th, 2011 12:14 pmSo, last night, I was up late writing, and had just finished brushing my teeth when my ringtone started playing from the bedroom. Not wanting to wake the Husbandly One up even more than he already was, I hurried into the bedroom and snatched up the phone.
Now, in my family, if your phone rings after ten o'clock... it's very rarely good news. Especially if you don't know anyone who is pregnant. And my mom had called earlier in the day to tell me she had a urinary tract infection, and she was having pain in her back. And I had urged her (and the Flaky Sister) to actually go in and see the doctor, rather than just calling in, because back pain with a UTI is never a good sign in someone my mother's age. Especially with her family history. So, when I answered my mobile, I fully expected to hear the Flaky Sister telling me she'd had to rush Mom to the hospital or something.
What I didn't expect was to hear a teenaged boy say, "Auntie?" And by Auntie, I mean he called me "Aunt (insert my RL name here)."
I froze, racking my brain to remember what my youngest great nephew sounds like, and said, "Yes?"
He laughed and said, "It's Adrian! How are you?"
Uh... wait... what? I don't have any nephews called Adrian. At least... I don't think I do. I have some cousins named Adrian, but I don't know them very well, and they wouldn't call me "Aunt" without telling me their last name so I'd know where they are in the family, and how we're related, nor would they call me at 1 a.m. But... he knew my name. It was... surreal.
"Sorry, but who are you calling?"
"Aunt J! I'm calling Aunt J! That's you, right?" he said. "Don't you remember me? We were dating when my dad went to jail?"
What... the... FUCK??
"Sorry," I said with a frown, "but I'm not in the habit of dating my family. Who is this?"
"Adrian!" he said insistently. "Don't you remember me at all?"
"Sorry, kid, but I only have two sisters and no brothers. And I don't have a nephew named Adrian that I'm aware of," I said tartly. "Now if you tell me who your mother is, or how we're related, maybe we can figure this out, but it's really late..."
"But we dated!" he insisted.
"I don't think so." I was starting to get angry, and yet, it was so ridiculous, I couldn't help laughing. I mean, this guy sounded all of 16. "Look, you obviously have the wrong person. Why don't you call it a night and hang up?"
"Okay," he said, and that was that.
Weirdest phone call ever.
Now, in my family, if your phone rings after ten o'clock... it's very rarely good news. Especially if you don't know anyone who is pregnant. And my mom had called earlier in the day to tell me she had a urinary tract infection, and she was having pain in her back. And I had urged her (and the Flaky Sister) to actually go in and see the doctor, rather than just calling in, because back pain with a UTI is never a good sign in someone my mother's age. Especially with her family history. So, when I answered my mobile, I fully expected to hear the Flaky Sister telling me she'd had to rush Mom to the hospital or something.
What I didn't expect was to hear a teenaged boy say, "Auntie?" And by Auntie, I mean he called me "Aunt (insert my RL name here)."
I froze, racking my brain to remember what my youngest great nephew sounds like, and said, "Yes?"
He laughed and said, "It's Adrian! How are you?"
Uh... wait... what? I don't have any nephews called Adrian. At least... I don't think I do. I have some cousins named Adrian, but I don't know them very well, and they wouldn't call me "Aunt" without telling me their last name so I'd know where they are in the family, and how we're related, nor would they call me at 1 a.m. But... he knew my name. It was... surreal.
"Sorry, but who are you calling?"
"Aunt J! I'm calling Aunt J! That's you, right?" he said. "Don't you remember me? We were dating when my dad went to jail?"
What... the... FUCK??
"Sorry," I said with a frown, "but I'm not in the habit of dating my family. Who is this?"
"Adrian!" he said insistently. "Don't you remember me at all?"
"Sorry, kid, but I only have two sisters and no brothers. And I don't have a nephew named Adrian that I'm aware of," I said tartly. "Now if you tell me who your mother is, or how we're related, maybe we can figure this out, but it's really late..."
"But we dated!" he insisted.
"I don't think so." I was starting to get angry, and yet, it was so ridiculous, I couldn't help laughing. I mean, this guy sounded all of 16. "Look, you obviously have the wrong person. Why don't you call it a night and hang up?"
"Okay," he said, and that was that.
Weirdest phone call ever.
