What if, for a full twelve months after moving somewhere and getting a new phone number, you’d been getting calls for the previous owner of your new number, one Mr. Theodore O’Connell*, from various sources, at a varying frequency, sometimes on a daily basis?
But wait!
What if, almost exactly one year later, you run to the video store for some movies and, failing to already have an account at the nearest regional franchise, you open one up, thereby giving your phone number to a guy who then says, “no way, you’re kidding, right?! That actually used to be my phone number a few years ago,” who then goes on to answer in a surprised affirmative when your significant other laughs and, jokingly, asks if his name is Theodore O’Connell?
I’d laugh my freakin’ ass clean off, that’s what if.
Small world indeed.
*name changed to protect the subject’s privacyÂ
