Some pizza hut from Georgia called and told me they were out of pasta and wanted me to call them back.
:o
Lucky, you could have pretended you were the customer.
First of all, I'm not in Georgia, and second I don't like talking to people I don't know on the phone. I can barely do it with some I do know.
We keep on getting calls from all over the country, but thanks to caller ID, we never have to pick up and listen to them.
But one of these days, I would just love to have some gas ready when they call. I have a theory that flatulence is a good way to keep telemarketers from ever calling your house again.
That's actually a good idea.
I've been getting random calls from all over the country, too. Not many, mind you, but some. Most recently from Oregon.
Strange, well my phone has a georgia area code, so people from georgia call me sometimes.
Flatulence