I didn't have the number in my contacts list, so with a slight air of worry (a purple panic does not make for attractive story-telling) I called the number back.
ºRing, ringº
Tel answerer:
Psychiatric ward.
Me:
Uhm, hello. I see you called me...several times. Who am I connected to?
Tel Answerer:
Hospital XXX, psychiatric ward. Are you a patient?
Me:
Ahhh... not to my knowledge?
Tel Answerer:
Name?
Me:
Hollywoodgal
Tel Answerer:
Sorry, you are not in our database. When would you like your appointment?
Me:
Uhm, I wouldn't. I just saw that this number called my mobile phone four times, so I thought I should call back.
Tel Answerer:
Well... I certainly didn't call you.
Me:
Oh, okay then. Of course you didn't. Thanks. Good-bye.
I am still trying to work out if this is a subtle hint from the Universe to get on to heavy medication poste haste...??
3 comments:
It was me, trying to get some help to escape, no worries though, managed on my own, made it across the mexican border, now to find away to cross it back, mexico not so great if you're not a tourist.
Awww, sorry I was so slow to react, man! And turns out the grass in Texas is actually greener than in Mexico, huh? Aren't you getting married soon...??
Yes I might be, found a great gall, wine director at a fantastic Bistro here, so there's always wine or champagne flowing in my life. What more could I ask for. And closing on a townhouse. God, am I to be an American?
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