on doughnuts and wrong numbers

On Monday nights I take a class on Thomas Aquinas at Fordham University, so I travel north up into the Bronx, and it's a brisk, chilly (at least during winter) walk for 15 mins from the train station to the campus. On the walk home last night I fancied I would treat myself at Dunkin Doughnuts and get myself a boston kreme. Spelt with a K.
The girl asked me 'anything else?'
I said 'no thank you'
She said 'it's on the house'
I said 'really?'
She said 'yeah, it's better in your stomach than in the trash!'
I thought 'perhaps not..this is dunkin doughnuts after all'
But never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I happily responded by requesting 4 more of the doughnuts.
Upon reaching the train station and beginning to eat the first one, I realised why they were giving them away, and thought that even for four, the $1 I paid had been one dollar too much.



On a diffferent note, I was at the coffee shop with Nate yesterday - surprise, surprise - and we were discussing the social mores regarding people putting their number on facebook and at what point you're entitled to use that number to call them. This prompted Nate to remember when I put my first US cell phone number on there. He rang me, and got a lady who said it was a wrong number. So he wrote back on my wall that I had put the number up incorrectly. So I rang Nate with my phone, and it indeed showed the number on his screen exactly the same as I had entered it on facebook.

Basically, the number that Virgin had assigned me was already in use, and I could make outgoing calls in which people would see my number, but when they called that number back, it would never come to me, only to this other lady. And boy, did people try and call me.

Understandably, this woman began to be very upset at all the calls she was receiving. (She should have been happy I suppose..my friends are rather nice!) When I rang Virgin, they said that since it was a new phone, maybe it was just taking time for the processing of the account to be finalised, and to try again in a day or two. Which we did, and when Nate rang the woman again, the husband jumped on the phone and blew up: "Listen buddy, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you KNOW this is not your friend's number, so stop harassing my wife! Hey man, I've got your number and I can find out where you live, and if you ever ring my wife again, I'm gonna come and find you, and you don't wanna know what I'll do!" Hmm, I almost felt partly responsilble for Nate's apparently imminent demise. We felt much joy in recalling this incident.