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Back in the olden days before cell phones, and phones were connected to the wall with gasp WIRES I kept getting a wrong number. There was no such thing as caller ID.
Some old lady would call me on Saturday morning at about 6:00 AM and ask if Martha was there. I was polite for the first few times. I explained I live alone, and there is no one except me at this number. She would always apologize and I would get to back to sleep.
The final straw was when she called me on another Saturday morning at dawn, and I had been out the night before at a girl friends house and did not get home until very late after a night of a lot of um exercise and physical exertion with said girlfriend.
I had been sleep for just a hour or two and she called, asking for Martha. I just started sobbing and said Martha is DEAD and I hung up and went back to sleep. I felt bad later that day when I remembered the call. I always wondered if she ever bumped into Martha and was astonished she was alive. The old biddy never called me again.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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