This morning I was on my home phone with Phil and someone named Dung Nguyen beeped in. I didn’t answer. <\/p>\n
Dung Nguyen called back a few minutes later, when I was off the phone. I answered. I heard lots of background noise on his end. <\/p>\n
“Hello?”<\/p>\n
“DAAAAAA?”<\/p>\n
“Hel\u2013LO?”<\/p>\n
“DAAAAAAAAA!”<\/p>\n
I hung up. <\/p>\n
A few minutes later, Dung Nguyen called back. When I answered, I heard a baby crying in the background. <\/p>\n
“Hello?”<\/p>\n
Silence. Except for a screaming baby.<\/p>\n
“HELLO.”<\/p>\n
Silence. Click.<\/p>\n
About half an hour later, Dung Nguyen tried his luck again. <\/p>\n
“Hello?”<\/p>\n
“Hello?” he replied.<\/p>\n
“Can I help you?” I was getting testy. <\/p>\n
“Hello?” <\/p>\n
“I think you have the wrong number!”<\/p>\n
“Wrong number?” he seemed puzzled, as if we hadn’t gone round and round two times already. “Someone from this number call me all the time!” he said in fractured English. <\/p>\n
“I’m sorry, but I’m the only one who lives here and I have never called your number. I’ve had this number for about a month. And I swear I’ve never called you.”<\/p>\n
“Ohhh. You single?”<\/p>\n
“Um, no, not single.” <\/p>\n
“Ohhhh. What your name?”<\/p>\n
“Lindsey.”<\/p>\n
“Wendy?”<\/p>\n
“Yes, Wendy.”<\/p>\n
“That a pretty name!”<\/p>\n
“Thanks.”<\/p>\n
“Where you from?”<\/p>\n
“Hardin County.” <\/p>\n
“Ohh. You married?”<\/p>\n
“No, not married.”<\/p>\n
“Can I call you again?”<\/p>\n
“Um, I think it would be best if you didn’t. OK?”<\/p>\n
“Best if I didn’t?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah. Now you have a good day, okay? Buh-bye.”<\/p>\n
And as I was reaching for the “end” button on the phone, I heard someone on his end say “Give me my fucking phone!” and click. <\/p>\n
So I’m not sure if I talked to Dung Nguyen, or if someone was using Dung Nguyen’s fucking phone to crank call me or what. <\/p>\n