Freaked Out

Yesterday, I got a phone call from 1-916-000-0000. I usually don't answer calls from unknown number but for some unknown mystifying explanation, I did answer this time.

The woman asks to speak to "Kevin Huang" which coincidentally is my father's name. She goes on to say she is a private investigator looking into a dispute. Just like anyone else, I try to remember what I could have done wrong! There's nothing illegal about struggling to exit a gas station in a snow storm with a Honda Civic! But I tell her that I'm Kevin's son and she is instantly confused. In order to try to clarify, she states the address she has on file; the address was my first apartment in Fort Wayne. But it shouldn't have been linked to my father in any way...

She follows with the wrong building apartment, #1; I was in apartment #3. She mentions two other names I've never heard of. Then, I realized that the occupants in apartment #1 had numerous vocal arguments and loud closing of their door (which I imagined were dramatic exits). Though they were at the apartment infrequently. The caller proceeded to be slightly perplexed but decided that I was no longer much use to her so she ended the conversation.

But this situation didn't make much sense. How did she link my father to my former apartment? How did she get my Rhode Island phone number and think it is my father's? Why did she think I lived in apartment #1? What was she investigating? Was it a real investigation? Maybe I'll find out in a few years.

I haven't been felt so odd in a long time. Good thing the Winter Olympics is going to be on soon! I can't wait for curling. I wonder what aspect of the sport makes it so intriguing. It must be because everyone thinks they could compete themselves.