So I decided I finally am ready to work on some window treatments for our bedroom. I felt overwhelmed when I thought of doing the whole house at once so I decided we'll just start with our room. It faces the woods so its not so much of a privacy issue but I'd like it to be darker and cozier. I figured I'd have Costco come out and give me some quotes first and then go from there. I'm leaning toward the wooden plantation shutters or something similar.
I called and answered a few questions and was doing pretty well for also being in the midst of having the painters here and trying to keep the Israelis and Palestinians at a ceasefire long enough for me to hear the very patient man on the other end. But then he asked for my phone number and I immediately said, as if I really knew what I was talking about ( for privacy purposes the following numbers are completely made up-whether or not I intended to)
"425-713-2738"
He asked about the windows and then said he'd have someone call me at 425-713-2738.
Hearing it back, I realized I'd given him Shane's work number so I said,
"Ummm actually, let me give you a better number."
"OK' he said.
"Its 391-1908" I said, feeling still not quite convinced myself.
"Not a problem" he continued typing the wrong number in again.
"Actually, that's not it either. Ummm its ...39....."
"8?" he finally volunteered.
"Yes. It's 398...." I choked up again and blanked.
"Is it the number you are calling from now?" he offered, "The one I see on my screen? 398-8109?"
"Yes, that's it exactly. thank you."
"No problem" he said.
I was really worried he would write me off as a nut case and I'd never hear back. But luckily I got another chance to prove myself when he asked for my address and I was able to quickly and accurately give it to him.
I'm not sure what it is with numbers. A couple years ago I left a message with my midwife and gave her someone else's number. When she finally called my cel phone she said she had called the number I left and it was someone else. but amazingly it was someone who knew us. So if yoru number starts with 425-39.... and you got a call from Heike, sorry. And I can't promise it won't happen again. But I'll try. And if a guy named Erik shows up to measure your windows, just commit me.
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Sort of like the time I went to Starbucks while pregnant and they asked for my name. I wasn't prepared to give that particular information at that particular time.
Me: "um,"(blink blink)"My name...is...AARON!"
Barista: "Are you sure about that?"
Me: "Well, actually...that's not my real name."
Barista, looking uncomfortable: "Okay."
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