The Day My Phone Became a Hotline for Hair Extensions
It all started innocently enough. A Tuesday, I think. Or maybe a Wednesday. Who can really keep track anymore? Anyway, my phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number. “Probably just another telemarketer,” I thought, already prepping my best “not interested” voice.
But the voice on the other end surprised me. “Hey girl! Are you still doing those amazing micro-braids? My sister needs her hair done for prom!”
After several minutes of back-and-forth, where I learned more about hair extensions than I ever thought I would, it dawned on me: I had been given someone else’s phone number.
The Case of the Missing Catfish and the Overly Enthusiastic Angler
The hair extension incident should have been a one-time thing, a funny anecdote to share at parties. But then came the calls about the missing catfish.
Apparently, the previous owner of my phone number was an avid fisherman… or woman. I’m still not entirely sure. This person, whoever they were, had a prize-winning catfish named “Bubbles” that had apparently gone missing from its tank.
I received calls from concerned friends, worried neighbors, and one incredibly enthusiastic man who wanted to launch a full-scale search party. “We gotta find Bubbles! That fish is practically a local celebrity!” he exclaimed over the phone.