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fox ([personal profile] fox) wrote2002-03-22 05:05 pm

So I return from the wilds of Baltimore. (part 2)

Message on my machine when I get home: "Yeah, hi, I'm returning your call about lawn mowing -- I can come by this weekend and do that for you, no problem. Give me a call and let me know when is a good time for you and what we can work out if you need trimming and landscaping and things -- my number is [redacted] and I live in Arlington."

Reason this puzzles me: I live in an apartment on the ninth floor. I definitely don't own a lawn.

So I call the guy.

ME: Hi, is this [redacted phone number]?
GUY: Yes, it is.
ME: Okay, I got this message yesterday about mowing my lawn --
GUY: Yeah, I was trying to set up a --
ME: Well, but wait, the thing is, I have no lawn. So if you were returning someone's call -- you seem to have gotten a wrong number.
GUY: Yeah, I think I must have.
ME: I just wanted to make sure you knew that, if you were expecting them to return your call, you know -- you might want to try again.
GUY: Oh, I did, I did, I got it worked out with them. But thanks for getting back to me and letting me know.
ME: Hey, no problem.
GUY: But do you know anybody who needs their lawn mowed? I sure could use the work.

Poor guy. I had to tell him -- perfectly truthfully -- that I don't know anyone in the immediate area who owns property with any lawn action. So that was sort of sad.

But mostly just really strange, that conversation.

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