||[Nov. 3rd, 2005|11:03 pm]
That was amusing. I get back from my folk house and see the little flashing light on my phone indicating I have a voicemail message. I check my caller id. According to that the call came from Quebec.|
Now my only connections to Canada are some cousins who lived there for several years (and their two kids who were born and grew up there). Those cousins are now living in a suburb of Nashville (and the two kids are going to two different ivy league colleges on the East Coast). So it couldn't be them.
I suppose I could say I have another connection. I know one person on my lj friends list hails from that country too. However, I don't think he has my phone number and would prob. find it easier to email me if he did.
Then I remembered that the company I use to transfer money from one poker site to another is based in Canada too. I figured it was them wanting to talk about my recent transfers. Given the time I discovered the flashing light on my phone and the mental fatigue I was feeling, I left that speculation as the most likely possibility and took a nap without listening to the message.
Well, nap time is over, and I just listened to the message. It was a credit card processing company wanting to steal my defunct business away from the CC processing company I used. The lady went into a sales pitch about how they could better the deal I have with the other company, and they'd even fill out all my paper work for me. Ah, I didn't listen very closely to the rest. I could hear the fake, sugary smile she had while reading her sales pitch which I think raised my blood glucose level dangerously high. Not what I expected, and I deleted the message.