Tonight's strangest phone conversation:
Phone rings while I am mid-text, and I consequently answer on accident. I don't recognize the number, and in a moment of panic I hang up immediately and then think to myself that that was a silly thing to do.
Phone rings again, the same number.
Caller: Hey, princess! It's John Johnson! (or something)
Me: Um, who?
Caller: John Johnson!
Me: I'm sorry, who are you?
Caller: I cut your hair!
(Note: More than two years ago I got a haircut from a man whose name I can't remember who periodically calls me to inform me via voicemail that he is going on vacation. Consequently, I assume that this is the same person. I decide to try to draw attention away from the fact that I have no idea who he is or why he is still calling me.)
Me: Oh! I didn't know your last name! (Good job, me! Very quick thinking.)
Caller: Um, okay. (mutters something unintelligible, possibly about smelling like Aveda)
Caller: Who is this?
Me: Who is this?
Caller: Is this Amanda who lives in Nevada?
Me: No, not at all!
Caller: So that explains why you were confused when I called you Princess!
Indeed. How often do you get called princess out of nowhere and then told that a stranger has been cutting your hair?