More Than Enough

There's more than enough weirdness floating about for a 2nd full moon.

Seriously. Full moons mean weirdness--happy weirdness, but weirdness just the same. New moons generally mean grumpy weirdness, sometimes out-and-out mean weirdness.

But, aside from that summary of a years-long study in human behavior in public places, currently, the weirdness factor around me has increased for no discernable reason. Dunno why. If you do know why, please let me know.

Case in point: yesterday, I had to type in a customer's credit card number. Part of that process, for the card holder's security, is that we are to also type in the zip code on the account, and the security code on the back of the card. Normally, this is no problem, because you ask the person for the zip code on the account, and they simply rattle off their phone number, then realize what you asked and they tell you their zip code. Yesterday's dude grunts at me, "Same as yers." I asked around: everyone else thought that was weird, too.

Today's case in point: My Sweetie's personal use cellphone rang (he doesn't take it with him while he's working) Voice says, "Hey, dooya know who tis is?"

I reply: No

Voice: You mean you don't recgehnize me?

Me: No

Voice: mumbly sorts of sounds that may be a person's name

Me: WHO?

Voice: mumbly sorts of sounds that may be a person's name

Me: I do not know you.

Voice: *laughs* sure sure. mumbly some more

Me: I do not know you.

Voice: you mean you don' rememer mumbly sounds that may be someone else's name

Me: No. I do not know them either.

Voice: you sure?

Me: I do not know you, or them.

Voice: What about Fred Shoemaker?

Me: No. I do not know him

Voice: Who is this?!

Me: NOT WHO YOU ARE CALLING.

Voice: mumble sorry mumble

*click*

The phone rings 2 minutes later, or the equivalent amount of time it takes for Mrs Mumbly Voice to tell him what an idiot he is and redial the wrong number.

In a flash of postively psychic foreknowledge, I answer: Hello?

Mrs Voice: Is this FRED SHOEMAKER?

Me: No. Not even close.

*click*

For the record, we've had this number for over a year. And a final note: Angie, I didn't know you two years ago when you started texting me, I still don't know you...and quite frankly, if you're too stupid to STOP TEXTING ME when I FINALLY break down and send you a message back that I am not who you think you are texting please check the number!!!!! (yes, readers, I spelled every blessed word out to be sure she didn't use the wrong vowels and screw up the message) don't desist for 10 months then start texting me again. I am not amused, and you're gonna cry soon if you don't take the hint.