Tonight I called my dad to say hello. Per usual, I identified myself. I mean, it's not unlike my dad to have a conversation with someone without having a clue as to who they are, even his own children.
Dad said to me: "I know who you are. The phone has your name on it. Wait. Is this your phone? I thought I answered our phone."
I'm glad that in 2011 caller id still baffles even the brightest of the bunches.
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