A knock from the past
Today we had some visitors on our doorstep. They were trying to reach my sister in-law who has since moved. Who were these people? One was the manager of an ex-employee who is also an ex-boyfriend. We’ll call him Mr. A. The guy was pleading with us for any information, anything at all to give to Mr. A.
Apparently, Mr. A. has been harassing him day and night with phone calls. Nasty phone calls. The manager tried to contact his phone company about it. They couldn’t give him the number or any information because that would invade Mr. A.’s privacy since he actively choose to block that information. The end result was that they suggested for him to change his phone number. This is not good for a small business.
So here I am on the doorstep with a man who can’t get a good nights sleep because of the constant calls. His cell, his home, his business. We had to put our foot down and explain that we had already gone through the same ordeal and that we would not give him any information.
As my wife started to change the subject onto an incriminating situation of his own, he turned and thanked us for our time. I’ll have to remember that little trick the next time I don’t want to talk to someone.