Anyway, a bit of a random one, this. The other night, not long after getting home from work, the phone rang. As I expected, it turned out to be a wrong number. In fact, it was a wrong number I had encountered a few times before, except this time with one interesting difference:
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: "Hi, is that Mr. Harberry?"
Me: "No, I think you must have the wrong number."
Caller: "Oh, I'm sorry. Could I ask, are you the home-owner of 38 Prestonfield Terrace?" (well, some address to that effect. It certainly wasn't mine.)
Me: "Sorry, I'm not."
Caller: "Oh, okay. Sorry to bother you, Iain." *Hangs up*
Notice anything strange? About a half-second after putting the phone down, my brain caught up with proceedings and I went on to exclaim (out loud, in an empty flat) "What?! Did she just call me by my name?!"
After a few more seconds of consideration, the rational side of my brain concluded that what she must actually have said was "Sorry to bother you, then.", which does admittedly make a lot more sense. But the irrational part of my brain couldn't help but wonder if I had actually just stumbled across the horrifying truth that I am in fact the subject of some Truman Show-esque experiment where my every action is being observed as I am presented with various tasks and challenges, such as regular and repetitive wrong numbers. I could imagine that the actress at the end of the phone had made a slip of the tongue as she put the phone down and that she was at that very moment being fired by the nefarious individuals running the experiment for jeopardising the entire project with such a foolish error.
Such an experiment would certainly explain some of the situations I have found myself in over the past few months...
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