Last Wednesday night I was sitting in my room watching
television, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
A girl's voice came over the line. "Can I speak to Ben, please?"
I live by myself, and my name definitely is not Ben.
It was a wrong number and I was bored. I replied,
"I'm sorry, he's not in right now. Can I take a message?"
"Do you know what time he'll be back?" she responded.
"I think he said he'd be home around ten."
There was a confused silence on the other end.
"Is this Steve?"
My name isn't Steve, either. So I replied,
"Yes, it is. D'you want to leave a message for Ben?"
"Well... he said he would be home tonight and asked
me to call him," she said in a slightly irritated voice.
I replied, "Well, he went out with Karen about an hour ago,
and said that he would be back at ten."
A shocked voice now, "Who's Karen?!"
"The girl he went out with."
"I know that! I mean... who is she?"
"I don't know her last name. Look, do you want me to leave
a message for Ben?"
"Yes... please do. Tell him to call me when he gets home."
She was sounding pretty irate at this point,
I could hear her temper flaring. "I sure will. Is this Jennifer?"
She exploded, "Who the hell is Jennifer?!"
Apparently she wasn't.
"Well... he's going out with Jennifer at ten.
I thought you were her. Sorry... it was an honest mistake."
"Ben's the one that's made the mistake! Tell him that
Alice called and that she's very upset and that I want
him to call me as soon as he gets home."
I smiled and said,
"Okay, I will... but Becky isn't going to like this..."