Would a rose by another name still stink?
Man, I don't know if I should be embarrassed to be sharing this or not.
A habit I've fallen into with all the scammers around these days is that I won't identify myself but ask who they were trying to reach instead. Unfortunately, only if it comes up. (On the other hand, when I place a call, I habitually identify myself when they first pick up. Strange, I know.)
Well, the thing is, I don't know if it's related to my Parkinson's or not (since it seems like every fucking day they give me some other little fucked up symptom I don't think they've mentioned before), but I have some trouble identifying people even face to face, much less a disembodied voice over the phone. This has been exacerbated since my wife passed back in October with people (relatives mostly) I hadn't spoken to worth mentioning in over a decade calling me up to check on me.
And I'm a little self conscious about admitting I don't recognize someone. (My wife was giving me good natured hell back last summer when I would blank on her name.)
Caller ID is a life saver. When it works.
So, a couple of days ago, this lady and I had a nice little chat for about five to ten minutes before I realized I probably didn't actually know her when she finally said something that didn't fit me. Apparently someone she knows has a number just one digit off from mine.
Today, she called back. This time looking for me.
I... am wondering if I have an idea for an erotic story or not.
Man, I don't know if I should be embarrassed to be sharing this or not.
A habit I've fallen into with all the scammers around these days is that I won't identify myself but ask who they were trying to reach instead. Unfortunately, only if it comes up. (On the other hand, when I place a call, I habitually identify myself when they first pick up. Strange, I know.)
Well, the thing is, I don't know if it's related to my Parkinson's or not (since it seems like every fucking day they give me some other little fucked up symptom I don't think they've mentioned before), but I have some trouble identifying people even face to face, much less a disembodied voice over the phone. This has been exacerbated since my wife passed back in October with people (relatives mostly) I hadn't spoken to worth mentioning in over a decade calling me up to check on me.
And I'm a little self conscious about admitting I don't recognize someone. (My wife was giving me good natured hell back last summer when I would blank on her name.)
Caller ID is a life saver. When it works.
So, a couple of days ago, this lady and I had a nice little chat for about five to ten minutes before I realized I probably didn't actually know her when she finally said something that didn't fit me. Apparently someone she knows has a number just one digit off from mine.
Today, she called back. This time looking for me.
I... am wondering if I have an idea for an erotic story or not.