the for real twilight zone

yesterday, my daughter called me to ask if her (and my) friend from (her) childhood could come crash at my house for a couple days. well, i forgot all about this, but today she called, and began to talk about a long conversation we apparently had yesterday. now, this was a specific conversation, in which the friend talked to someone who said that she’d have to ask her boyfriend, and that the dog couldn’t come, and mentioned something about picking up kurtwood and meeting chris for dinner — although we cannot be entirely sure exact names were mentioned, we are relatively sure that toads were. also some sort of ‘grandma’ person was mentioned in the context of a place to stay, and we know for sure that wouldn’t have been me, my grandparents are long, long gone.

so she was wondering why i never called her back.

it’s because i never talked to her. seriously. her sister was sitting right next to her while she had this conversation, so the conversation happened. i was fairly certain that i hadn’t completely lost my mind between then & now, i very clearly remember leaving work, having a conversation about the toads with chris on the way home, and coming home and spending the next hour doing nothing but setting up the new TMobile @home phone. these are nice, crisp, sharp memories.

but everyone involved was exceedingly curious. so we pulled up my call logs online, which are not subject to being lost by my phone crashing, or erased, i mean these are the phone records that homeland security would use to track my communication, if i ever turned out to be a terrorist. and the call, the call most definitely did not involve me, not with my phone, not with any phone on our family plan.

but the conversation happened.

she even called the other number she had for me, which had never been mine but it was in her phone book as mine, and the nice boy on the other end (who must have been having one of the weirder phone conversations of his life) was quite patient, listened to our weird-ass story, and assured us that phone was in a locker at the time of the mystery conversation, while he was at practice.

we still haven’t figured this out. but we’re mighty weirded out, believe you me.

4 thoughts on “the for real twilight zone

  1. Uh-huh. And were you selected as McCain’s VP during this phone call, but since you didn’t remember it he had to pick Sarah (not Michael!) Palin instead?

    Come to think of it, that might be accurate.

  2. that makes total sense.

    i am sorry i let my country down? or, am i relieved that i won’t be given the opportunity to really let my country down?

    so many things remain unknown.

  3. The Unknown
    a poem
    by Donald Rumsfeld

    As we know,
    There are known knowns.
    There are things we know we know.
    We also know
    There are known unknowns.
    That is to say
    We know there are some things
    We do not know.
    But there are also unknown unknowns,
    The ones we don’t know
    We don’t know.

    —Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

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