This morning:
Telephone: RING!
Me: (don’t get it. don’t get it) Hello?
Telephone: Hello (ATpanda), its me, Alecco!
Me: (SHIT!) Um, I think you have the wrong number.
Telephone: Isn’t this 555-5555? This is Alecco, from Italy. I know you. From the plane.
Me: No, sorry wrong number.
Telephone: Oh, they must have given me the wrong number. Good bye.
Me: (YAHOO! Now, the new mantra: no drinking in public, no drinking in public, no drinking in public…)
I drink. I’m not an alcoholic, but my husband and I do enjoy have a drink or 4 on nights when we’re home together. Last week I was drinking alone to calm my anxiety over flying halfway around the world. I had a couple (maybe 3) glasses of wine on the plane to England.
About half an hour into my flight I noticed a man facing me (in business class you sort of end up facing the guy in the row in front of you). He kept smiling at me, and as he was an elderly sort of guy, I smiled back.
My video screen was not working on the flight so I was moved to the lower deck business class section. About 5 minutes after I’d settled in the older gentleman was suddenly standing over me. Very close. Introducing himself. Acting the businessman part. “I’m a distributor for Gucci and Prada” (yeah, like I know anything about those people). “I do humanitarian things around the world as my other job”. Yeah right. And him asking for my business card. Me denying having any. Him pressing, me writing down my number (but a fake one of course). But wait, was it a fake number? Too much wine…
So today I get home from work and there is a message. “(ATPanda), this is Alecco. From Italy. I tried the email you gave me. It doesn’t work. Please call me back.” Then another message. A pause and then hang up. Dear lord, I need to not drink in public.
