My cell phone rang a while ago, and an older man asked, “Is this Robbie?”. Hardly anyone calls me Robbie. My mother did, and my dad sometimes does – but nobody else. So I assumed, correctly, that this was a wrong number.
I tried to explain this to the gentleman when he told me I needed to shut up, so he could make amends and leave this world in peace.
It is really hard to just hang up when you hear something like that.
So, I told him I was Robbie.
Then he started to tell me his story – and explain to me how he wronged me 17 years before I was born.
It seems he, who he said was named Guy, was a bit of a swindler. A bit of a big-time swindler. He confessed that he had stolen $6500 from me in a bridge building scheme in Colorado, back in 1944. He says he claimed to be working for the government who needed a new bridge to supply a new top-secret base in New Mexico.
He rambled a great deal, and I could tell he suffered memory loss, because he repeated parts of the story several times.
This was a 45 minute phone call. Why would I spend 45 minutes listening to him? Well, it actually just beat anything on television.
At the end, he was sobbing, and asked my forgiveness, which I gave.
At the end, I was compelled to send a Tweet:
I have the most unusual conversations. With the most interesting people. That nobody has ever heard of. #thingsthatmakemesmile