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So I repeated Barbara’s address, finally realizing that this elderly woman received a card meant for Barbara, who lived in the same town probably two blocks away. “My friend Barbara lives at 1642 Myrtle.” She replied: “You sent a card to Barbara, right? I live at 1622 on Myrtle Drive. How many people Google a phone number to call a stranger and tell them…. “Why, I looked it up from your return address on the card.” How did you get our phone number?” Cut to the chase, I figured. I called the “crank” number from my guy’s phone.Ī frail voice answered: “I’m so glad you finally called back, sir!” So I did what any card-carrying snail mail user would do. “And I sent her a birthday card two weeks ago.” “Wellll, I know a Barbara in that town,” I mused. The proverbial light bulb flashed over my head. “How would this lady have a card from me to some Barbara, and then how would she know my phone number?”my guy pondered. Me? I love snail mail cards and send them often: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, get wells, and any-excuse-to-send-this-cute-card-to-a-friend card.

He pays bills, and that’s the extent of his use of stamps. The next voice mail included more information: “I’m not Barbara, yet your card arrived here.” He checked his wallet all of his credit cards were in place. The first two calls were hang-ups, then three voice mails, delivered in a shaky female voice: “I have your card.

The phone calls originated from a CA town where we’ve never lived. Yesterday my guy received five crank calls that made no sense to him.

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