(I get a phone call. The caller ID is showing a number that I don’t immediately recognize, but seems vaguely familiar.)
Me: “Hello?”
Caller: “Hi, is this [my name]?”
Me: “Uh, yes, what can I do for you?”
Caller: “Hey [my name], this is Mrs. [last name] calling.”
(Upon hearing her last name, it immediately comes to me. I had a friend in middle school who had the same last name.)
Me: “Oh, hi Mrs. [last name], it’s been a while. Any particular reason why you called today?”
Caller: “Have you seen my son anywhere? It’s almost eight o’clock, and he’s still not home yet.”
Me: “Mrs. [last name], I haven’t seen your son since I was 14. That was nine years ago.”
Caller: “Well, if you do happen to see him, can you please call me back?”
Me: “Uh, sure. Have a good evening, Mrs. [last name].”
(What really gets to me is how she was able to get my phone number, as it was my cell phone number, which I started using when I was around 18. I guess I should never underestimate the ability of a concerned mother.)