So, I just got a phone call on the phone that isn’t hooked up yet. I was just sitting here typing on my computer, and my phone, which I had plugged into the network box because it gave me a dial tone, started to ring. So I picked it up and it turned out to be a telemarketer selling subscriptions to the Chicago Tribune. So I interrupted her spiel.
“Excuse me. Julie.. was it? Could you do me a favor? Do you know what number you just called? Could you tell me?”
And she did. And now, somehow, through no fault of my own, we have a local phone number.
Uh oh… I wonder if SBC really did cancel my order.