Hey, baby, I’m the telephone man.
We just got back from a vacation at the beach. I’d promise to blog about it, but we all know how woefully behind I am on all the various things I need to blog about, so… maybe I will, maybe I won’t.
At any rate! I am posting because when we picked up our phone to make a call, there was no dial tone. Furthermore, calls made to our number are apparently going to some guy with a strong Indian accent. He lives in our home town but has a telephone number which is nowhere near our own. Thankfully, we’re not exactly Grand Central Station receiving calls, and he is being very gracious and accepting this weird turn of events with good humor.
AT&T says they should have it fixed by this coming Thursday, six days from now.
Long story short: we have no home phone. If you need me, call my cell. If you don’t have my cell number, let me know. And if you get Nice Indian Guy, tell him I said hi.