So, the weirdest thing just happened.
I’m sitting in the drive-through at Wendy’s about to get my Frosty on when my cell phone rings.
I don’t recognize the number, but answer after a moment of hesitation (I don’t want to appear rude to the girl in the drive-through window when I pull up to pay).
The caller says, “Hey Bobby, this is [Someone] from [Somewhere]. How are you today?”
Two things are immediately obvious: 1) I’m not Bobby. 2) This person clearly has the wrong number.