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When Barbara nodded, the woman handed her a card. Barbara opened the door to find a woman a bit hunched over with long gray hair and a tall smile on her face. Minutes after she got home from the store, her doorbell rang insistently, repeatedly. No reason for her to go to all that trouble.”Īn hour later, Barbara called me back. “When I get home and put away the groceries, I’ll stop by the lady’s house. “WHAT?”Then Barbara laughed when I told her the snail mail snafu. “So you thought I forgot your birthday?!”I began. I felt badly that she had to go to all that trouble, but she insisted that Barbara should get her birthday card.Īs soon as we hung up, I called Barbara, who was standing in line at her grocery store. “No worries, I’ll just pop this card in a bigger envelope and mail it.” she said. So I repeated Barbara’s address, finally realizing that this elderly woman received a card meant for Barbara, who lived in the same town probably two blocks away. “My friend Barbara lives at 1642 Myrtle.” She replied: “You sent a card to Barbara, right? I live at 1622 on Myrtle Drive. How many people Google a phone number to call a stranger and tell them…. “Why, I looked it up from your return address on the card.” How did you get our phone number?” Cut to the chase, I figured.

I called the “crank” number from my guy’s phone.Ī frail voice answered: “I’m so glad you finally called back, sir!” So I did what any card-carrying snail mail user would do. “And I sent her a birthday card two weeks ago.” “Wellll, I know a Barbara in that town,” I mused. The proverbial light bulb flashed over my head. “How would this lady have a card from me to some Barbara, and then how would she know my phone number?”my guy pondered. Me? I love snail mail cards and send them often: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, get wells, and any-excuse-to-send-this-cute-card-to-a-friend card. He pays bills, and that’s the extent of his use of stamps. The next voice mail included more information: “I’m not Barbara, yet your card arrived here.” He checked his wallet all of his credit cards were in place. The first two calls were hang-ups, then three voice mails, delivered in a shaky female voice: “I have your card. The phone calls originated from a CA town where we’ve never lived. Yesterday my guy received five crank calls that made no sense to him.

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