This afternoon, my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but I answered anyway.

"Hi!" a woman's voice said. "Annie? Sandy?"

"Uh, no. This is Meg."

"Oh, okay. Hi, Meg! This is Jeannie. Is Annie or Sandy there?"

"Actually, I don't know anyone named Annie or Sandy, so --" (That is, in fact, a total lie. I know two Annies and one Sandy but none of them know each other, so that was the simplest way I could think of to let her know she had the wrong number. Why I didn't just say, "I think you have the wrong number," I'll never know. My brain just doesn't work sometimes. I swear it's karma kicking my ass from all those times I poked fun at my little brother for "doing things the hard way," or not thinking things through. Now I'm frequently kicking myself for doing the same types of things!!)

"Oh my god, did I dial the wrong number?" she said, laughing.

"I think so," I said cheerfully. "What number were you looking for?"

"[certain area code]-[phone number]."

"Oh, my number's [different area code] the exact same number," I said.

"Oh! Okay! I'm such a dork!"

"It's okay," I laughed.

"Sorry to bother you. Thanks for being so nice!" Jeannie said.

"No problem!"

"Take care."

"You too, bye!" I said.

Wow. That was the nicest wrong number call I've ever received!