18 - Do Not Like Phones

I'm like a 1950's teen waiting by the phone.  But I'm not waiting for my date to call, I'm waiting on news of my surgery date.  So I'm picking up all calls... and reminding myself why I usually let the machine answer.  

I just got a call for Elizabeth, saying they were sending my diabetic packet... or something. I was confused by what I now realize was a clever tactic for finding interested clients. "Well, have a good day." She finally said, "I'm glad you're not diabetic."  

The other day I answered a wrong number.  Before I could explain that she'd reached a residence, not a school, I heard the phone click.  I should have been the one hanging up!  I was already on edge, so suddenly I was furious.

But!  It's a modern day with caller ID, so I dialed the rude caller back.  I of course reached voicemail.  I smiled like the Grinch, then decided to leave her a long rambling message about our accidental disconnection and the Houston floods and how are the kids and a final, "God Bless!" at the end.  I hope she was totally confused by that.