So, many moons ago, I blogged (over on that lame ole myspace) about Yoshiko Shephard. The poor woman. I feel for her.
See, to sum it up from the other blog, I kept getting calls for her from doctor’s offices and from pharmacies. Occasionally I’d talk to a real live person. Other times I’d get a recording. One time a collection agency called me. I called back (rather nervously), and they told me her name. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Nope, not me. Take my number off.
She went away for awhile.
Well, she’s back.
When I had come back from Asia this summer, as I stood waiting for the tram at O’Hare, I listened to my 800 messages. One of them–you got it–was a collector for Yoshiko. I ignored it.
They’ve been calling again. Usually it comes in from an “Unknown” number and I don’t answer them. Well, sometimes when mom calls, it comes in as “unknown,” so I’ve been answering. I usually hang up (when it’s a recording “from the business office.”). One time, though, the message said that they had an important message for “me.” I pressed one as I was told.
I waited. For about a minute, when the message said, “your call cannot be answered at this time.” (or something to that effect) *click*. And then it hung up. Wow. Glad they weren’t calling for the real me. All I was gonna say was, “Yoshiko don’t live here no more.”
“Unknown” called again just now. I answered. I was real nice about it. I said, “Ya know, I’ve gotten lots of calls for her at this number, and she is not at this number.” The woman on the other line apologized and said she’d remove the number. (Note to all–I was nice; she was nice back.)
I feel like I know a lot about this Yoshiko (Yoshika?) person. She’s been in the hospital, she’s seen lots of doctors, she’s had prescriptions filled, she’s late on bills (lots) and she wrote her number wrong on at least one place at least one time.
I still hope she’s able to figure her life out.
On the bright side, at least I know that if I ever get so out of control in debt, I have lots of chances.
