Because I work at a psychotic no-excuses charter school, I am required to give out my phone number to students in case they have homework questions. While I don't mind phone calls from 11 year olds at all, they typically come on Sunday nights, and often have nothing to do with the assigned homework. Example:
Me: Hello?
JM: Hi, it's James. I wanted to let you know that the Alcatraz special is on at 9 pm on Wednesday.
Me (sounding confused): Ok...
JM: Wait, is this Ms. D?
Me: Nope, it's Ms. EH.
JM: OH! Sorry, I meant to call Ms. D. Can you call her and let her know about the Alctraz special? I'm cleaning my room. It's a mess.
Me: No problem. Bye.
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Me: Hey D.
JD: Yes?
Me: The Alcatraz special is on at 9 on Wednesday, James called and wanted me to pass that along.
JD: He already told me that! He called at 9 am on Saturday, but I didn't answer because I was trying to sleep in. He then called at 9:15 and at 9:45. I finally said, screw it, and called him back.
Me: Well...now you know.
JD: Gee, thanks.