Bosco has left the building.

My phone number was assigned to me four years ago. It is unlisted so that in theory, only people who know me will call and I will be able to avoid telemarketers and political campaigners. For the most part it has worked.

About a year ago some people started calling and asking for a guy named Bosco. No big deal, just a wrong number, right? I'm guessing not, because over the course of one month, five seperate people called for him. Then there was another the next month and a couple more the next. After a while they stopped, and I thought that it was over.

Then all of a sudden, they started again. A lady phoned me at 2 am and our conversation was as follows:

"Hello?"
(pause) "Oh, I thought you were Bosco."
"No, you've got the wrong number."
"No I don't."
"I don't know Bosco. Sorry."
"Are you sure?"

And it continued on from there before I finally hung up. She phoned back minutes later. I was a little surprised when she asked me if I was telling the truth. It's 2 in the morning, I'm trying to sleep and all I want is for her to leave me alone, why would I lie?

No. I really don't know. I might know Bosco. Maybe we went to school together. No, that can't be it. Oh yeah, I remember now! I stole his phone last Tuesday and now I'm just fucking with you.