|"Hi Helen, it's Doug from Automotive Excellence again. I've got your Saab ready to go."
I was sitting in the recliner half asleep when I was awakened by the phone ringing. Before I could reach over to get it the answering machine had kicked on and I wasn't too surprised to hear Doug going into his spiel searching for Helen. I couldn't resist this time so I picked up the phone.
"Helen? Is that you?"
"Hello? Helen? Are you there?" he asked.
"No, this isn't Helen," I said. "You've dialed the wrong number and have been for the last ten years."
"Oh! Well, I'm not looking for Helen, I'm looking for Ellen. Is this 555-555-5555?"
"Yes, it is, but Ellen doesn't live here and I've had this same number for ten years," I replied.
An awkward silence ensued and it seemed like I could hear Doug's brain trying to figure this one out.
"Well, this here is the only number I got for Ellen and if she wants her car back she'll have to call me. Sorry, I been bothering you all these years. There's just one thing before I hang up, I'm a pretty good mechanic, you don't need any work done, do you?"