I see that I have a "missed call" on my cellphone and I don't recognize the number. There's a voice-mail too.
The voice - part-Valley Girl, part-Garden State, all delightful- informs me, almost breathlessly, that I have an appointment with Jackie this morning. "Jackie will be happy to take care of the waxing during this appointment."
Sad, that Valley Girl called the wrong number and now both she and Jackie will get an earful from the client, whose body must be covered in a thick, clumpy overgrowth of hair by now.