And…a wrong number tale of a different color

Coming into work at the Spa, there are often messages which need to be dealt with. On the day in question, there was a message from X, wanting to book a tub for the following day, and leaving an 877 number. I duly called, got an answering machine which didn’t identify the name, only the number that I had called, and left a message:

“Hi, this is Y from N Spa calling X back about tub availability for tomorrow. Please give me a call back at your earliest convenience at 937-1234 so I can get you scheduled, and have a great day!”

About an hour later, I get a call back:

“Hi, this is Z…there was a message on my phone for X? But, uh, this isn’t her number.”
“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry!”
“No no, don’t worry about it. This is an Elk number, did you mean to call Elk?”
“Yes, I was trying to reach X X.”
“Oh, X X! Hang on, I’ve got her number right here in my book. You sound really familiar, do you live in Elk?”
“Uh, no, but I grew up there.”
“Really, where?”
“Oh, at H’s place on Cameron Ridge.”
“Oh, yes, H’s place is gorgeous! I’m so jealous, that land is just beautiful. Are you going to her Christmas party this year?”
“I usually do, yeah.”
“Wonderful! H throws such great parties, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, she does.”
“Ok, here’s the number–have a great day!”

What a difference kindness makes, eh? This is small town good manners.

[wrong number]