I asked Elizabeth to “call mom” on my phone. I had her do it because she was using it to watch My Little Pony on Netflix.
Next thing I know, there’s a man on the other end saying, “Hi Bill! How ya doin’?!” Who the hell is answering my wife’s phone?
Why is he being so friendly? Has she been kidnapped and this is her smart-ass kidnapper playing games? Yeah, I have a good imagination.
No. It turns out my stupid phone (Galaxy Note II) somehow inserted Alan’s (former coworker) # into one of the entries for my wife.
I had to tell Alan that, while I always liked him, he and I would never have the sort of relationship my wife and I have.
Not surprisingly, he seemed genuinely happy to hear that!