I just can't believe it. It started happening in 2006, and I had all but forgotten about it.
I get calls on my cell phone for the guy who previously had my number, Old Darryl.
I first blogged about it HERE.
I learned his last name HERE, and found out the cops were looking for him. His last name is Wallicker or Walliker or Walicker... who knows how it's spelled? I've tried googling him with every spelling I could think of with no success.
And then there was THIS TIME, when some so-called "friend" of his decided to get in touch with him after three years of his not having the same cell number.
Today it was someone in India, judging by the accent, asking for Darryl and mispronouncing his last name badly.
You know, the funny thing is that I was glad, after all this time, to be getting a call for old Darryl; I've kinda missed him.