Thanks for calling today. It’s been a long time. I was excited to see your number on the phone when I got home from work this evening.
For a while there, you were calling every day. I loved running to the phone to find your name and number splashed across our call display. We didn’t even mind that you sometimes called really late at night. The phone would ring, and 2.0 would holler, “Who is it?” And I would holler back, “It’s just Patricia!”
We really appreciate that you are not deterred by the fact that the person you’re looking for does not, has not, and will not ever live with us. No matter how many times we tell you, “YOU’VE GOT THE WRONG NUMBER,” you keep trying. And even though you’ve heard our answering machine with 2.0′s voice clearly stating his first and last name about a million times, you still think you might have the right number. Sometimes you’ll even leave a message for that other person you’re looking for. Oh, Patricia. You’re the best.
Sometimes, when I want to give up on something, I think: Patricia wouldn’t give up. No way. Not Patricia. Heck, you’re part of the reason I survived baking school – you taught me about perseverance. And sometimes, when 2.0 and I are laying in bed at night, I whisper, “I wonder what Patricia Evans is doing right now.” And 2.0 will turn to me and say, “Probably dialing the wrong number.”