There I was sitting on that bus bench again one sunny afternoon. Terry, a guy I know who used to work for a company I did some freelancing work for, walked by with his new girlfriend. He had to tell me his name as I didn’t remember it.
After a few seconds of mindless chit-chat, he wanted to know if I had the phone number of the guy he used to work for and who I did the freelancing. I told Terry I thought I had the number somewhere and to give me his cell phone number and I’d call him. As he told me his number, I punched it into my cell phone.
A day later, I found the number. I gave Terry a call and got this message.
“You’ve reached Terry. I’m not available right now. Please do me a favor and don’t leave me a message.”
Fine. I didn’t leave a message and didn’t the next two times I called either. I’m not calling him anymore. I’m done with this bullshit.
When I think about Terry’s message, and I don’t think about it that much, I’m thinking he doesn’t want a message left because his girlfriend listens to them. It seems like this was an issue with his old girlfriend. She used to listen to his messages and get all pissed off about some of them. I remember Terry talking about this in the office once.
So, I get the message, Terry, and I’ll deal with it, but if you want that phone number, you’ll gonna have to call me. If I’m not around, please leave a message. I don’t have a girlfriend and don’t have anything to hide. I think I’m in a better place than you.
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