FanStory.com - Voice Mailby Terry Broxson

I always turn my phone off at night. It saves the battery, and I don't get dings, rings, and notifications to awaken me.

I rarely receive phone calls that are important these days. If it weren't for telemarketers and doctor appointment reminders, there would be few calls.

So, I was surprised to find three voice messages when I turned my phone on at 7 AM on a Thursday.

The first message said, "Dudley, I really do love you."

The message was left at 9 PM last night. The feminine voice was of indeterminable age. I am not Dudley, and I don't know any Dudley.

She continued, "I have been thinking it over like I said I would. I now think I made a mistake telling you I wanted to stay with my husband."

Umm, this could get interesting.

"I thought I could break it off, but the last month without seeing you has made me miserable. Please text me or call me. My phone is in silent mode. I will call you back. We need to talk."

I checked my call log. There were three calls from the same area code and number, but no name—just Mabank, Alabama. I don't know anybody in Mabank.

The second call came at 11:30 PM. "Dudley, I know it is getting late. I hope you haven't received my first message yet and will call me back. I don't think I could stand it if you were mad at me or blowing me off. I know now my chance for happiness is with you and not Ron. Whatever I need to do, or wherever I need to go, just tell me. I am ready to commit."

Should I call her and tell her she had the wrong number? It is none of my business. I live a quiet life in a retirement complex. But this is better than anything on television. I better listen to the last message.

Oh wow, this message came in at 6:30 AM, less than an hour ago.

"Dudley, my husband overheard me. The SOB was spying on me. He is such a lousy sneak. He didn't say anything last night but told me he knew this morning. He left for a job site and said to be gone when he came home. Where do you want me to meet you, darling?"

I am reminded of my wife, who left me for my younger brother years ago. I suppose the kind thing would be to call her and explain she has the wrong number. What to do?

I think I would rather text her than call her. Calling might be embarrassing and too personal.

You have hurt enough men; leave me alone forever, Dudley.