You don't know me... but i hear your name at least once a day. You see, someone thinks that our number is the number that should be used to reach you... and they refuse to be thwarted by the fact that the wrong pesky people keep picking up. Conversations go something like this;
"Um, this isn't Ken," (says my 15 year old daughter), "i think you have the wrong number."
"Are you sure this isn't Ken? Ken... Hamilton?"
"Oh. Alright then..."
"Hello, is this Ken? Ken... Hamilton?"
"No. Sorry. i think you have the wrong number."
"Oh, i will call back later then."
"Um, but it's the wrong number..."
"Hello. Looking for Ken?"
"Why yes. Is he available?"
"This isn't Ken's house. He'll never be available here because he doesn't live here. Phoning back to the same wrong number and expecting a different outcome is the very definition of insanity."
"I'll call back later then. Thank you."
Ok... so i made that last one up... but seriously - it has been months of Ken Hamilton's bff trying to get ahold of him here. Ken, if you're reading - give your buddy a call.