We have two phones in the house, the second being Mrs P’s business line. I usually happily ignore it as it only rings during the day and even then there are others about to answer it. So it was a surprise when its distinctive tones brayed out at midnight last night.
I ignored it the first, assuming it was a wrong number, then it rang again a few minutes later and I decided to answer on the basis that it must be something important to be calling at that time of day. It was a strange conversation:
Caller: Hello, is that incontinence pads?
Caller: Is that incontinence pads?
Me: Er… no, this is a private address.
Caller: Not incontinence pads then?
Me: No, sorry.
Caller: Oh. Do you know where I can get some?
I hope it wasn’t too uncomfortable night for them.