Some incoherent, idiotic old man has been calling me. Either he has been given a fake phone number by somebody who hit his car and calls himself “Patrick Stewart,” or he keeps dialing the wrong number and calling me instead of Patrick Stewart, one or the other. Actually, when the old man spelled out the name on the paper it was P-A-T-R-I-C S-T-E-W-A-R.
When I finally got him to read me the number he had written down (after 5 minutes of shouting), it turned out he was one digit off. Then he went back into his rambling tirade about the incident again, so I finally hung up. So he calls me back to confront me again a few minutes later, and when I again shouted that he was simply calling the wrong number if he would please let me explain it to him, he said that he called both numbers, and I answered both of them. As I tried to explain how little sense that made, he said he was going to turn my number into to the police to make sure that I have car insurance on file, and hung up on me.
I can’t believe this guy is driving on our roads. He can’t read, write, spell, dial a phone, speak, or listen in a normal fashion. God help us all.