Babe Asleep?

There is a new game in my life. 

It's called, "Guess the Caller"

The battery for my phone has as good as died. 

But so far I've been too lazy to go buy a new one. 

And my friend offered his old phone as a temporary replacement. 

However. 

In a moment of questionable decision making, I chose not to transfer all my numbers to his phone. Because then I'd have to delete them all later, right? Why bother. 

Which means that every time I get a text or a call…I have no idea who it is!!

Hence the game. 

[ooooooh it's you - hi!]

I answer every phone call like a stranger. You'll be surprised how much people have gotten used to caller ID. 

They are confused that I'm confused.

Texting is a bit different though - you have time to guess. 

Some people are easy:

Hi Claire. Flight booked. Just sent you an email. Love Dad.

Others can be guessed based on references to previous conversations:

Hey, what's the plan for Friday?

Seeing as only one plan was made, this simple. 

By this method I have now learned the regular texters - identified by the last 3 digits of their number. 

But then you get the occasional curve ball:

I haven't seen a further confirmation. Will let you know when I do. 

Well. I'm not sure who you are or what you're referring to. But as no action is required on my part, never mind. 

In due course, you will reveal yourself.

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But on some occasions, finding the author is a rather more urgent:

Babe asleep?

0.0

…who is this??

You know that face that animals do when they hear an unusual noise? I did that. 

Ears pricked up.

My girlfriends don't call me babe.

*raised eyebrows*

How to find out!?!

Resurrect the old phone. 

Sim card back in. 

Plug in charger. 

Switch on. 

EPICLY LONG SWITCH ON PROCESS. 

COME ON!!

I have THINGS to discover!!

Ok, done. 

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Simplest method I can think of is to call the number and hang up before it rings - if I have the number saved, it will show the name, right?

So I did. 

And it worked. 

Guess who : my landlord. 

=.=

Such a disappointment. 

I should have known. He actually does call me "babe" or "bunny" or other similarly inappropriate names on a regular basis. 

Me: No. Why?

Landlord: The cleaners are coming tomorrow.

Sigh.