Something Moore

I am constantly amazed by people who do not believe you when you inform them they have dialed the wrong phone number. For instance... this morning I was getting ready for school when the phone rang and the guy asks for Kathleen-so-and-so. I politely informed him that he had the wrong number to which he replied, "Are you sure you don't know Kathleen?" I was pretty sure I didn't.

My other favorite is when someone calls believing they are calling a business and you answer "hello" (not the name of the business they are attempting to reach) and then they start to place an order or schedule and appointment. These folks always find it hard to believe that you are not that business nor do you immediately have that business phone number immediately available at your beck and call. Who would've thought???

Now, I don't know about all of you out there in blog reading land but I am not in the habit about lying to someone about a wrong number. That little prank may have been cute in high school or the good old "Pizza delivery" line you would use in college but somewhere around college graduation the joke got old and most of us grew out of it. So why is it that people continue to operate with disbelief that they managed to dial the wrong number? There are a lot of numbers on the phone and some folks have big fingers... could it be you just hit the 4 instead of the 7? The possibilities astound the mind.

Anyhow, I have a proposition to make to the American public... let's start believing each other over the "wrong number" thing. This very basic level of distrust seems fundamentally bad for our trust of society as a whole. Perhaps this is why we are all cynics and conspiracy theorists.

Oh for the days when spring break was fun and games. In high school I spent spring break laying around the house waiting for afternoon soccer practice to start. I think I had homework... I'm not sure I ever did it until Sunday night before school started again.

Spring break in undergrad was marked with service projects and inner-city mission trips. These were great trips where I had the wonderful opportunity to serve alongside fellow classmates and Christians. I have tons of great memories of Memphis and San Antonio... oddly enough they are all on the "bad" side of town where we met people from every walk of life.

Spring break in law school is altogether a different beast. I am not laying around the house waiting for something to start. Nor am I out serving the community. Instead I'm doing homework and scared to death that a week won't be enough time to catch me up on my outlines, write my appellate brief, summer job hunt, fill out my FAFSA, clean my house, do my homework, and visit with my mother-in-law who is in town for a few days. To top it all off, day light savings time kicked in stealing 1 hour out of my already crowded spring break schedule.

Oh well... back to civil procedure.