I love you, I love my grandkids
Wrong numbers can be great little insights into the life of a stranger. What’s best is when they leave a message without realizing (for some reason) that this isn’t the right number. This happens on my phone routinely, including a sad message a while ago of a man trying to tell someone when they can come down to the funeral home for a visitation. Nothing else though has been quite as bizarre as the 2.5 minute message left on my machine Saturday.
It’s rambling, crazy, threatening and nonsensical. At one point she’s implies that she’s putting someone else on the line, but then keeps talking. At another she seems to take a long drink with loud gulping noises.
I recorded it as an MP3 so you can download it [580K] and listen for yourself with your favorite media player.
I hope this is a friend of mine doing a fabulous job of screwing with me.