This morning through noon I was getting the strangest text messages from a 914 number. I know no one who lives in Westchester (I'm a Connecticut gal!) and clearly whoever was on the other end of this exchange needs to double check his numbers.
914: Good morning! I have reservations Saturday at Abbocatto. It would be great to see you. Will you be around?
Me: (realizing it's a 914 number): Is this meant for Pauline?
914: No! Not Pauline. It was for you. It is Doug Badstein.
Me (I do not know a Doug Badstein): Do I know you? I'm booked on Saturday.
914: Did you really forget who I am? It's Doug Badstein.
Me: You really have the wrong number. You've reached Pauline.
914: Sorry
It's a shame. I hear Abbocato has a good wine list.
