Sunday, March 18, 2018

18/Secrets & Lies

When I moved from NYC to the country I learned the locals were a suspicious lot. If I called any of the retailers to ask their hours or whatever, first they asked their question: "Who is this?" Why did it matter who was calling? I was always ready with the names of my best childhood friends.
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6 comments:

  1. MaliMarch 18, 2018 at 9:11 PM

    Ooh, I couldn't do that. New Zealand is too small! (Though I could use the names of my favourite bloggers, couldn't I?)

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  2. SusanMarch 19, 2018 at 5:18 AM

    You could! LOL I have a somewhat distinctive voice (in a good way, I'm told), so after I lived her awhile I stopped doing that.

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  3. SabineMarch 19, 2018 at 5:29 AM

    How odd. I can't imagine why they needed to ask your name.

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  4. Kim HanniganMarch 19, 2018 at 6:38 AM

    You must have more "original" folk in your neck of the woods! South of you almost everyone now seems to come from New Jersey, and they have absolutely no curiosity at all when I call. Maybe we should have settled in the north.

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  5. Indigo BuntingMarch 21, 2018 at 5:00 PM

    Clearly this was before caller ID!

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  6. SusanMarch 21, 2018 at 5:26 PM

    Yes! The advent of Caller ID was problematic for me.

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