#543 Trace This

So the other day I got a wrong number.
That is to say, someone got a wrong number on me.
It was on my landline, so it didn’t cost me a cent like one of those pesky wrong number cellphone calls, but still, it was an annoyance.
I was having an intimate and steamy conversation with a special person and it intruded on the call I was currently enjoying. The intermittent beeping in my earpiece was distracting from the task at hand.
I was unable to flash the intruder in time and so when I finally did hang up the phone—if you know what I mean—I saw a message-waiting message on my headset.
I love message-waiting messages cause you get two messages for the price of one. The message you have waiting and the message that you have a message waiting.
The message that was left was from this woman.
It said, “Hi, this is Jennifer from McDonalds and I was wondering if you’d like to come into work today.”
I was a little taken aback. McDonalds is now headhunting? I usually get calls like this at the executive level but hey, if they pay me enough, I’ll flip burgers.
If only because I got a McSolicitation from a McHeadhunter.
The 479 area code on my caller I.D was odd. Still, with all the area code changes, it could be anywhere, and since I have a digital phone with no long distance charges, I called the lady back.
“I’d like to speak to Jennifer,” I said.
“Speaking,” she spoke.
“I got a call asking me to come into work. Do you mind telling me where you’re calling from?”
“Arkansas,” she said, with a trace of now apparent drawl.
“Um,” I said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in today. I’m from Washington. I’m surprised you called, I’ve got a 360 number.”
“It says on this application that a guy named Vince just moved here from Olympia. I guess he kept his cell number.”
Modern society. Calling an Olympia cell number to get someone in Arkansas.
It’s a small world after all.
Or a McWeird one.
America ya gotta love it