A Conversation with a Wrong Number
I had the following conversation with a woman this morning after she called my cell phone for the second time:
> Woman: Hi, are you Pan Meihua?
> Me: No. You’ve got the wrong number again.
> Woman: Are you sure? What’s your name?
> Me: Yes. My name is Pan Ji, not Pan Meihua.
> Woman: But do you know Zhang Jie?
> Me: What?
> Woman: Zhang Jie! Do you know her?
> Me: Well, I know a “Zhang Jie,” but it’s a pretty common name…
> Woman: The Zhang Jie that sells insurance!
> Me: Oh, yes, I do know a Zhang Jie that sells insurance…
> Woman: Well, I’m her cousin! I’m in Shenyang!
> Me: OK…
> Woman: I’m moving to Shanghai soon!
> Me: Look, I know Zhang Jie, but that’s only because she’s my insurance agent!
> Woman: Oh. I guess I still have the wrong number then.
> Me: Yes.
> Woman: OK, bye then.
> Me: Goodbye.
I felt almost bad, because this Dongbei woman was so excited about moving to Shanghai, and she totally wanted to talk to me about it, but she obviously had the wrong number. I guess maybe my insurance agent gave her my number by mistake.