Whacko Jacko...or whatever his name was...last night out of a deep sleep I realized the phone was ringing (new place new tones)...I thought it was my alarm clock getting me up at 3:45AM for my 6AM departure out of Bangor. When I answered the phone, the caller asked for Jim and I said, there is no Jim at this number. As I was trying to hang up I heard "Please don't hang up."
So silly me I stayed on the phone for probably 5 minutes trying to convince this guy that I didn't know Jim or Kate who had this number before me (5 years ago) and that I had no way to contact them. He apparently has some artwork he needs their consulting on. I tried to tell him multiple times that he woke me up in the middle of the night and I wanted to hang up. His last check wa to recite a phone number and ask me if that was the number he called. I said no, and then maybe (I was just woken up and don't call myself here)... I finally gave up and hung up.
He called right back and I let the answering machine pick up...anyone who comes to camp this summer I hope I'm able to keep it without deleting as you'll get a chuckle ... He apparently is a "wealthy man" and if I had helped him he might have helped me out with some cash :) What a hoot - needless to say sleeping the rest of the night was a challenge. I'll be bushed today.
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