I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
“Are you Sarah Langdon?”
I was standing in the kitchen at church, putting cookies on a tray. I turned to see a tall young woman smiling down at me.
“Yes,” I confessed.
“Do you know a Mrs. Conklin? From GBS?” The way she said “GBS” indicated that she had no idea what the initials stood for or even if she had gotten them correct.
“Yes, I do,” I answered, and explained, “GBS stands Gym-Swim-Bowl. It’s a program for homeschooled kids that I take my girls to.”
“Well, did Mrs. Conklin reach you last week?” the woman asked. “She called my house twice. I guess your number is listed wrong somewhere. Your phone number and my phone number are only one digit different.”
I laughed. “That would explain the email she sent me. But I spoke with her in person the other day. We’re all set.” Her daughter, Laramie, wanted to invite Hannah to a birthday party.
“Let me tell you about these phone calls,” the woman said. “I’m Faith, by the way. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”
“And I’m Sarah,” I said, extending my hand, then laughing at my own foolishness for telling her my name. She obviously already knew it.
“Laramie,” I interjected.
“Yes, that’s it. Laramie left a message inviting Hannah to a birthday party. Since I don’t have a Hannah, I just figured it was wrong number and ignored it.”
“Yes, she was trying to reach us for a birthday party,” I confirmed.
“Anyway, then the mom called the other day and I answered the phone. ‘Is this Sarah Langdon?’ she asked. I told her that she had the wrong number. Then she asked me, ‘Is this was ###-###-####?’ And I told her, ‘Yes, it is, but I think you have the wrong number.'”
“Yeah, I guess our numbers are one digit off,” I said.
“But she wouldn’t give up,” Faith said. “She started sounding annoyed with me. ‘Are you sure this isn’t Sarah Langdon?’ she asked. So I told her, ‘Yes, I am sure that I’m not Sarah Langdon. You have the wrong number. I think you may need to find a phone book.'”
I laughed. People can be so funny.
Faith and I talked for a while in the kitchen after that. She had known who I was, but I had no idea who she was. I can be so oblivious about the people around me. I was glad for this opportunity to meet her though. She was warm and funny. I’m looking forward to seeing her again at church.
I guess I’m not so sorry about that wrong number.