"If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there"
-- Cyndi Lauper
So I return this evening from grabbing some Chinese, and guess who's left me another message? She still sounds so sad.
All right, I'll call back, telemarketer or no. (If I hadn't had the free minutes, I definitely would have called collect.)
She really was looking for the person she mentioned. She really was sorry for disturbing me, and was very thankful that I called back to let her know it was the wrong person. No, she didn't try to sell me anything. No, she didn't tell me what it was about.
Why do I feel like such a jerk?