May I Speak to Tony Jacobs?
Recently, I got a new cell phone number. I didn’t get this number because I wanted to, rather Verizon Wireless decided to hold my old number hostage for a ransom of $175. Unwilling to pay that much money in order to retain my number, I got a new one and let everyone I knew know about the change. In hindsight, this process wasn’t as bad as it seemed at the time. My anger at Verizon has waned with the passage of time.
Now that I have this new number, I get phone calls, usually from Georgia, for Tony Jacobs. The other day, a mechanic called me to get permission to start doing the work that needs to be done on Tony Jacobs’s car. I wonder why Tony Jacobs would drop his car off at the mechanic’s and not give the mechanic his new phone number. The mechanic seemed baffled by the situation as well.
I got a call from some kind of solicitor for Tony Jacobs a couple of days ago. When I told him that this was no longer Tony Jacobs’s number, he asked, “Do know him?”
“No I don’t know him. I was given this number by the phone company,” I said.
“So you don’t know how I can get in touch with him?” he asked. How would I know something like that?
I should just start pretending to be Tony Jacobs. The people calling me probably wouldn’t notice. It might get back to Tony eventually though.
