In which eris is not your mother.

About 5pm I got a call from a local number that I didn't know. While I was waiting for the voicemail to come in, if any, I googled the number. And it was one of our libraries ... in North Vegas(!?).

A message was left, and it was a young girl thinking she was calling her mother, saying that she thought she was supposed to have been picked up 15 minutes ago, where was mom? I was amused, hoped girl figured out she was misdialing.

Another 20 or so minutes later fon rang again, I thought it was the same number, while I was checking to see, it went to voicemail. Yep same number. No voicemail left. Then it rang again almost instantly.

I answered, the same voice from the voicemail said "uh, hello?" back. I replied "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong number, I'm not your mother." There was a stunned silence, and then she hung up without saying anything.

Heh, poor kid. I didn't get another call so hopefully she rang the right number next and her mom came and got her.