Cecelia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily…..My mobile was blaring out this number (yup that’s my ringtone for the season)….....Drat!!!! where on earth was it. I rummaged frantically through the sheaves of paper and managed to locate it atlast.
Ohhh an unknown number - now that I took so much time locating the phone, I might as well answer the call.
Me: "Hello"
A pause
Me: "Hello" (louder one)
"Hello" (a woman greeted me with a slight tremor in the voice, and lots of anxiety)
Me: "Yes" (quite impatiently….c’mon baby I have loads of work…and don’t really have time to chat you up)
Woman (now with slight angst, and more force) : "You better give the phone to Mr. Khattar, I need to speak to him….and tell him its Mrs. Khattar speaking, and I cant understand why you are answering his phone".
(Gosh!!!! Her voice sentences sounded more like a snap)
In the mili second I took to think “Hey whats up”, the women pressed on…
"Look I know whats going on….I want to speak to my husband…and you better leave him, I’m not going to let this go on".
Hey, Hey, Hey….chill girl………so that’s what all this is about. - in the 45 seconds of chatting I knew the Khattar family’s scenario.
Being fed with snippets of dinner time TV almost all week nights, airing lots of similar stuff, I desperately wanted to get into the Reality TV show mode and say………hold on to the edge of your seat, increase your tension, I’ll come back to you with my answer after the break…….
But alas, this was no reality TV show….Mrs. Kattar had to be told the truth pronto.
"Ahem", I cleared my throat….at least I could make it a little dramatic…….in a smooth low voice (which I hoped would calm Mrs. Khattar), I said : "Ma’am you have the wrong number – this phone does not belong to Mr. Khattar.”
Anti climax………
Mrs. Khattar : "Huh!!!! (relief had crept into her voice)….do you mean this number is not XXXXXXXXX"
Me: "Nope it isn’t, you’ve transposed the last two digits".
Mrs Khattar : "I’m so sorry" (she was perplexed, relieved, sorry all at once)
Me: "Its OK….why don’t you dial the correct number now….and have a nice day."
I disconnected before I could hear Mrs. K’s answer (if at all)
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