Right after I put our daughter to bed, a lengthy process during which I had to repeatedly read her Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?, our phone rang.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello?" a young male voice said.
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"Hello?"
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"I'm trying to reach you!"
"Who are you?"
"Uh... they call me Freaky Reese."
"Well, I don't know you, so I think you have the wrong number."
"OK, bye."
The number on the caller ID was 510-776-77XX (I guess I shouldn't print his full number; why am I concerned about his privacy? Or maybe I'm just concerned about retaliation!) and Caller ID identified him as... "MOO MOO."
As a former coworker of mine used to say, "The freaks are out."
