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Somehow, my cell phone ended up on a calling list. I was getting several calls a day, and it was driving me crazy. We had fun with it at work. It rang one time, and my boss answered it. He explained that they couldn't speak to me right now, because I was busy packing my stuff because I'd gotten fired for getting so many calls at work and theirs was the last straw. I answered the phone once and when they asked for me, I asked who was calling - I identified myself as a sheriff's deputy (which I'm not) and told the rep that this phone was found at a crime scene and was vital evidence...so tell me who it belongs to. I had a supervisor on the phone in a heartbeat - and then told her to put me on the do not call list and hung up.

My new cell # that I got last year had belonged to a girl named Cinnimon Davis. I got calls from her boyfriends day & night for a year. If I had been clever I could have told them she wasn't here because she had gone to the VD clinic for treatment. Lost opportunity. Some guy calls our house in the middle of the night & day asking for Lisa now. I think the next time he calls I'll have a good story for him about Lisa'a whereabouts. HA!