Hi Allen, you don't know me, but I have your old phone number. I keep telling your friends you've changed your number, but they- especially Jim and Jack- keep calling me/you. The first phone call I got was a pre-recorded message letting you know that your flight to Honolulu had been rescheduled. I've received countless calls since then- especially from Jim and Jack- and SORRY but I always listen to the message. I always hope to catch something saucy that you might be up to, but you seem like a pretty good guy. And you seem like you have quite a fancy little life. I've received a call from your driver, from one of your pals asking you how you played at Bel Air Country Club, and there's always lots of business talk with very high numbers. One time a friend called to see if you had any advice he could pass on to his grandson on the soccer field. Sweet.
Each time I actually answer a call a for you, your associates are always courteous and apologetic, and I let them know to change their contact info. The other night I had a message from your buddy (I swear it was Jim or Jack... their voices are interchangeable to me, and I've told them both to change their contacts) who was rubbing the score of the football game in your face.
Not to worry, it's not a huge inconvenience. I just wish you were more entertaining.
Just thought I'd let you know.
Give your wife Cathy my best.
Sincerely,
Jami Klehr
