Regulus Black (leonineserpant) wrote in valarnet, @ 2019-05-23 18:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice liddell, amycus carrow, regulus black, vanessa cleveland |
I usually never answer my cell phone if it's from a number not in my address book. There are people I'd rather not talk to, and plus with all the phone scams these days? I figure it's much safer to just let it go to voicemail. If it was something important, they will leave a message. And if it was about my writing, I live with my PR agent and it would go to his phone, anyway. So I don't have a reason to answer unknown numbers at all, really.
So I don't know why I answered one today. I guess I was just busy getting the groceries out of the car and just wasn't thinking? Apparently my number is a digit off from some salon or something, and the lady on the other end could not grasp that, no, we can't fit you in for a cut and color, I don't know a Tina and if she has an open slot, this is a cell phone and the only thing I can do with hair is a really crooked french braid. When I finally hung up, she called right back and demanded my manager.
Part of me wanted to go ahead and tell her she had whatever appointment she thought she was booking and let her make a fool out of herself when she got there. But the girls were right there, and I don't want to tell them that they can't lie and turn around and lie in front of them, you know?
If she calls again, I'm just giving the phone to Aslan to bark at. She did want my manager, after all.