Do Gooder. Freak. You Make the Call.

I don’t answer calls from numbers I don’t recognize. I don’t. I don’t want to talk to telemarketers, and I don’t want to deal with scammers, and I don’t want surprises. So if the phone rings and I don’t recognize the number on my caller ID, I let it go to voicemail.

So today, the phone rang. There was no ID on it; it was just a number. So… ringringring, and off to voicemail. And when the message popped up in my email, I checked it.

It was a woman looking for a company, one that I guess deals in those bouncy balloon castle things. You know, the ones you can rent for kids birthday parties and stuff? Anyway, she said she saw the number on a sign on a street, and said “So if I have the right number, can you call me back?”

Well, she clearly does NOT have the right number, for I do not deal in bouncy kids castle things. Not that I am against them, mind you — in fact, if they made them in adult sizes I would probably buy SEVERAL — but I certainly don’t sell them.

But I was standing at my computer, so I looked it up. And sure enough, the company is here in town, and the phone number is one digit off our home phone number.

So I called her back.

I told her that she had the wrong number, but I had looked it up, and I gave her the correct number. She seemed surprised, but pretty grateful that I took the time to give her the right number.

And I felt pretty good that I did something nice for a complete stranger.

Maybe she’s thinking back on the call and thinking I’m a bit of a nutter. Or maybe she’s surprised that somebody would be nice and just give her the correct information.

Either way — do gooder or freak — it works out well for both of us.