Wow.

The strangest thing happened to me yesterday. And, ever since, my mind has been reeling.

I am the key volunteer for the families of Hubby's team in Iraq. Translated: I am their contact person during the deployment.

After I received the awesome news on Friday about the return date, of course, I immediately forwarded the information on to my families.. asking them to please send me an email back letting me know they had received the information. I told them if I didn't hear from them I would be calling because I needed to confirm that everyone received the information.

By Sunday, I still hadn't heard back from a few families, so I began my telephone rounds. Things were going great.. everyone was very friendly and most even thanked me for keeping them informed throughout the deployment & apologized for not emailing me back as I had requested.

Then, I got to the phone call that is the reason for this blog. It went something like this:

Angela: (excited, happy) Hello?!

Sorry Sarah: Hi, is this Angela?

Angela: (voice panicky, angry) NO

Sorry Sarah: Pause (thinking: yes it is!)

Sorry Sarah: Well, is Angela there?

Angela: NO, she's not here....... you have the wrong number!

Sorry Sarah: (another long pause.. knowing for 100% certaintly it was not the wrong number and I was indeed speaking to Angela)

Sorry Sarah: Umm.. Angela... this is Sarah (Sorry) I'm just calling to make sure you received the homecoming information I sent to your email...

Angela: Click.......................

WTF?!

You see, this all stems from this debacle that occurred a few months ago. Angela was not the person with whom I had this "confrontation", but she is that person's really good friend. So, I realized as I was calling her that I probably wouldn't be her favorite person in the world to speak to on the phone, but I really didn't expect her to pretend I had gotten a wrong number and hang up on me like she did.

Especially because I called bearing great news.

Wow.

So, I've mentioned a few times before how much I hate when people hate me. But, man, I didn't even know the half of it. This person really hates me. She hates me so much that she doesn't even want to talk to me long enough for me to give her precious information about the homecoming of her husband.

wow.

That's really all I can say to that is... wow.

I know that when Hubby finally gets back, and I can stop walking on pins and needles, this whole thing is going to be really funny. I mean, it will be seriously hilarious. Currently, I have a picture in my mind of me sharing the "phone call" story with him while we both laugh so hard we can barely breathe.

I mean, really. I knew it was you, Angela.

Who did she think she was fooling?

Wow.