
Hermann Park squirrel; shot taken during an engagement session on Nov. 11, 2007.
At 2:45am, the home phone rang. Immediately giving me a heart attack, because it could have only meant something bad had happened to someone. Mike answered; no one there.
Then my cell phone started to ring. I didn’t get it answered in time.
Then the house phone rang again. I answer. It is some guy, who knows that I am Christine, and tells me that he is Paul … you know, who I met at the bar tonight. You know, I gave him my business card. You know, Paul. (He kept saying, “you know” over and over – ignoring my very obvious confusion.)
Whathuh? I went to dinner with my parents, my husband & my son. I came home and finished editing a wedding. No bar was involved in any of this.
So he hangs up – and calls back on my cell phone to prove that I really did give him my business card. Otherwise, how would he have both numbers? I told him – AGAIN – that my HUSBAND and I were HOME and I was not at a bar. He told me to *bleep* off and hung up on me.
Of course, now I’m wide awake. It is 3:15am. And I am REALLY annoyed that some chick out there claimed to be me and gave out my business card. WTF? Grrrrrr….