Collect Call
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I was just about to turn out the lights downstairs and crawl into bed when the phone rang. I answered, figuring it was one of my friends calling to see if I was still awake.
“Hello?” Pause.
“Hello?” Great, a telemarketer, I thought. What telemarketer calls after 9:30 p.m. on a week night?
And then a machine came on. “This is a collect call from …” The guy said his name. “at the Santa Barbara County Jail.”
I almost fell down laughing. I hung up, and made a mental note. Memorize Mom’s phone number in case you have only one phone call some day. I’d hate to blow my one call on a wrong number. Wow.