For the last couple of months, some Mexican lady has been blowing up my phone in attempts to contact her (likely estranged) daughter. It’s obnoxious as hell. I’ve probably wasted an hour of voicemail minutes checking her messages, but she never calls at a time when my phone is on and accessible so I can tell her to stop calling me.
Every message begins with a heavily accented “Hello [indescernible name], it’s Mother. Please call me…” etc. The woman sounds stressed and frantic, but from my experience that’s just how older Mexican women talk. (Especially when they’ve stolen your favorite necklace and you call to confront them. I’ll tell the story sometime, I swear. Actually, I won’t, there’s been too much build-up and it’s not that interesting. Anyway.)
I know I should feel at least a little bit sorry for this dumb old coot who just wants to talk to her daughter. But I don’t. If her daughter wanted to talk to her, she would have given her mom her own number instead of mine. And if the daughter at some point changed her mind and decided she felt like talking to Mama Looney Tunes, she would have called her. This is so not my problem.
You’d think after leaving 100 messages on someone’s voicemail, you’d realize that something was wrong. I don’t remember who said this, but it’s true and I will repeat it: Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
The Slice says:
I used to get voice mails wanting to give medical results to someone. I finally caught them on the phone and told them that nobody by that name was at this number and they obviously don’t want their mom to know they have an STD. Ta ta!
August 30, 2007, 3:13 pm