100 Luftballons?

An errant red balloon just landed in my neighbor's backyard. Do you think it was the one that eluded Nena in the 1980s?

rudest. caller. ever.

I just had the most quizzical phone conversation that I have ever had (exclusive of phone calls received or placed in the late 1990s in the wee hours of the morning where 6th Street was involved). I just arrived back at the office from a client presentation when my cell phone begins ringing. It's a number that I don't recognize, so I push ignore. Two minutes later it happens again. And a third time. So I decided to answer and the rudeness ensues.

me: hello?
jerkface: hello?
me: hello?
jf: hello?
me: yeeeeesss?
jf: who is this? (in an annoyed tone with TV blaring in background)
me: Sarah
jf: no.
me: what?
jf: what do you want??? (near-yelling...very aggitated)
me: you called me!
jf: no, I called (unintelligable name).
me: nope, you called me.
jf: what do you want???
me: oh my goodness (as I hang up phone)

What a weirdo. Speaking of weirdos, my dad (a weirdo in the best kind of way) has the greatest trick to play on telemarketers. I was a witness to the inception of this genius trick and have befuddled many a telemarketer ever since.

dad: hello?
telemarketer: Is Bobbye there?
dad: she's here? (as if you're astonished and frightened the thought that she might be there)
tm: Um, IS she there?
dad: she's here?? (heightened drama this time)
changing tactics, the tm asks: may I speak with Bobbye?
dad: she SPEAKS????

And so on and so on. It is so much fun, the old switch and reverse. It almost makes you want to take your number off of the federal "Do Not Call" list. Almost. :)