"Hi, this message is for Alexander [surname]. My name is Sean [surname], I am part of the Elders quorum presidency for the [location] branch of the LDS church. Please call me back at [phone number]."I don't know you. You clearly don't know me. You didn't even make up a good reason for me to call you back. What the hell kind of message is this?
So I saved the number in my phone under "Elders Quorum Toolbag" because of his douchey tone of voice and waited to see if he ever bothered calling back. So far, he hasn't,
At work yesterday, I happened to glance at the name on a customer's credit card receipt. It was Sean [surname]. It's not a common surname, either. I've never known anyone with this name before. Curious to meet this Elders Quorum Toolbag, I made sure I was the one to finish the order personally. To my astonishment, this guy turned out to be one of my regulars.
|*cue shocking revelation sound effect...fade to black...eerie titlecard...roll credits*|
Listening to the message again, the voice is a match too. It's gotta be the same dude. This guy's been secretly spying on me all along! Waltzing his wife and children in to my restaurant a few times a week so he can keep an eye on the apostate! Hiding his identity from me so that I'd never suspect I was under surveillance! How despicable!
I'm honestly not sure if he knows. It's not like I've ever caught the guy eyeing me up suspiciously or anything. But I'm sure there's a little bit of basic information about me bouncing around in certain circles, so it's very possible that some members of the branch know where I work.
Now I'll just have to pay closer attention next time I see him. Because if I know who he is and he doesn't know who I am, this could be fun.