Monday, October 23, 2006

Hello Frances

I just spent 30 minutes on the phone with Frances. Who is Frances, you ask? I have no frackin' idea.

The phone rang, and I answered it, expecting it to be Josh. Instead, it was some guy asking to talk to [insert very jumbled-sounding name here]. "I think you have the wrong number," I said. He would have none of it, and asked for [indecipherable name]. "That person doesn't live here," I said. This guy proceeded to ask me how long I'd lived in my apartment, and if I knew whether [jumbled name] lived there before me. I said I didn't know.

I could tell that he wasn't American, but then he asked me if I was from Ghana! ?? I said no! Why? Because he thought I talked like a Ghanian. No one has ever told me that before. This guy was originally from Kenya. I said I was from Canada, but that's a long ways from Ghana. "Oh, that's what it is!" he said. "But you sound so Ghanian. You're soooo nice; you're not like Americans at all."

By this time he told me his name was Frances. He asked me where I live. I started getting edgy, reluctant to give out my location. For some reason, I just assumed he lived in Vermillion, which meant he could easily track me down. I said I lived on the west side of town. He sounded confused. He said, "Do we live close by? I live down the street from the Yankee Stadium..." Like an idiot I said, "Oh, you mean the Dakota Dome?" Dumbass....

So Frances is from New York. He started asking a lot of personal questions, like if I was married or not. And he thought I was "sooo nice" and "sooo friendly." I started wondering if he was trying to hit on me over the phone. Then I wondered if he was going to ask for my number.

Until I thought, Wait a minute--he already knows my number.... It was a strange 30 minutes. And now I have a place to stay in New York, the next time I'm there. At least, that's what he said. Open invitation.

2 comments:

Margaret said...

ha ha ha. So when do you want to go to New York?

That's a little strange, though. How did he get your number?

Gabriel Florit said...

so not only do you get approached by weirdos on the street, now it happens on the phone?

unlucky stars.