An Apology

Dear Ms. Prank*,

I owe you an apology. Despite my annoyance with callers who call my home, having dialed the wrong number, and rather than asking "May I speak with so and so?", ask "Who's this?" To which I typically reply "Who's This?" I am now guilty of the same act.

I called you, intending to call my mother. What are the odds that your number differs from my mother's by a single digit and that your name likewise differs by a single letter? I apologize for my rudeness and for sounding like a complete idiot, and disturbing your evening.

I will do my best not to do so again. But no promises, as I truly am a complete idiot. And I am sometimes rude too.

Sincerely,
Jennifer**

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent
**Though not the stupid

(A Transcription of the actual phone call with probable subtext follows)

Ms. P: Hello? (Who is calling me the day after Christmas from this random area code?)

Me: (Thinking this really doesn't sound like my mother, but she does have a cold). Hello!

Ms. P: Hello? (Who in the heck is this?)

Me: (definitely not my mother) Is this the Crank* residence?

Ms. P: Yes, it is. (Probably a telemarketer--an annoying one at that.)

Me: Who is this? (In my defense, I started thinking perhaps this is one of my nephews visiting grandma)

Ms. P: Who is this? (Rude!)

Me: This is Jennifer--You said this is the Crank residence? (I am so confused right now)

Ms. P: Prank. (Idiot.)

Me: Crank? (What is going on?)

Ms. P: Prank! P-R-A-N-K. Prank! (What, are you deaf AND stupid?!)

Me: Oh, not Crank? Sorry. I must have dialed wrong.

Ms. P: That's okay. (dumb-a**!)

Me: Goodbye. (I am such a dumb-a**!)