My first name is Mark, which plays into this story because when my wonderful Peggy and I moved into the first version of what I call the Lazy 'C' Ranch, the good people at Verizon gave us a new phone number...one that had just previously been the number of a man named "Mark."
And in those pre-Caller ID days, I answered the phone every time it rang, and the conversation often went like this:
Caller: "Why won't you let Charlene use the car to take the kids to the doctor?"
or: "You cheating bastarrrrrrrrrrrrd...did you really think you could fool everyone?"
Well. I don't try to fool anyone, and I am sorry, but I was not that Mark. I have often wondered how that family drama all played out, but not for long.
|Baby got the wrong #|
He started replying to the calls and tests, telling people he was sure they wanted someone else, but it wasn't until August 12, which as we all know is Sir Mix-a-Lot's birthday, that he figured it all out.
Dozens of texts and calls wishing Mix a happy birthday gave it away.
None of the articles I read on this mentioned what the phone number is; Nichols apparently still uses it. It's not 900-MIXALOT, though (I checked!)
Now kick them nasty thoughts.