THE WRONG NUMBER

When I answered the telephone this morning, I knew right away the lady had the wrong number. But it took her a long time to find out. She said her name was Mrs. Mills and asked if I was Dr. cooper’s secretary. I told her that she had an incorrect number, but I don’t think she listened to me. She told me she wanted to cancel her two o’clock appointment because her husband was sick and she had to take care of him. I told her I was very sorry to hear that, but she still had the wrong number. Then she wanted to know if she could make an appointment for next week. I told her I couldn’t arrange it. I wasn’t Dr. Cooper’s secretary. Finally, she heard what I said. She wanted to know why I didn’t tell her right away that she had the wrong number. Before I could answer her, she hung up.
At first, I was a little upset about it, but later on in the morning I decided it was really funny. I wanted to call up my sister and tell her about it. I guess I dialed the wrong number and I happened to get Mrs. Mills. You can imagine how astonished I was. I tried to explain that I had made a mistake, but she wouldn’t listen. She just wanted to know how I got her telephone number. She said she couldn’t understand why I was bothering her. I tried to explain again, but she talked so much and so fast that I couldn’t interrupt her to say that I was sorry. I finally hung up the receiver.
I still wanted to call my sister, but I was afraid I might get that lady’s number again. I didn’t use the telephone for the rest of the day.