The Wrongest Number

So while having lunch today my phone went off. A text message from a number not in my contact list. Fine, happens, not strange. And I look. And it is directions and times for a funeral for someone whose name I do not know.

And I look. And I think. I mean I’ve known a lot of people. This could be someone I forgot. Maybe this was a friend. But search my brain as I might I couldn’t place it. And so as I sat there, staring at this message, I realized this was the worst case of wrong number in a long time.

So I had to reply. I asked who it was, just in case. A last ditch. And got a reply the sender was Lisa and wasn’t I Dina? Woops, no. Oh man. How horrible must that be? To be mid-grief over someone and then shoot out info like that to a stranger?

So I offered my condolences and explained that the number was wrong.

Because what else could I do?

But somehow I still feel bad for being a wrong number, you know?