Strange call...
Jan. 5th, 2003 11:56 pmI got a weird phone call today. I picked it up and a male voice asked, " Are you Leeanne Laughlin, and did you go to Huntington Beach High School in 1977?"
"Um, yes.."
He then told me he owned a used book store in Long Beach and had picked up my yearbook from when I was a sophomore in high school at a swap meet. If I wanted to come by his store, he would give it back to me.
See, the week John's brother died, the bill for our storage unit went past due, and with all the stress, it got forgotten about and they auctioned off all our stuff. I had been paying for this for so long, I had probably paid several times over whatever was in there was worth. I've forgotten what all was in there - a lot of it my mom had taken there when I was back in New Hampshire. Every weekend I would say we have to go over there and get that stuff and go through it. I didn't even know my yearbooks were in there. the people who bought it were supposed to give back personal things like photos, but I guess yearbooks full of personal signatures don't count.
But I've have been trying not to feel bitter about losing all this stuff - it's just stuff and a money drain. At least we're not paying for it anymore. I keep too much stuff anyway.
The guy said he saw my name and address written in the cover with the words "Steal this and I will personally rearrange your face;" it tickled him so he decided to try giving me a call. What kind of a chance is there that a person will be living in the same place with the same phone number after more than 20 years?
We're supposed to take the kids over to John's mom's tomorrow, so maybe I can stop by and pick it up. How kind of him to try to return a book of old memories to me.
"Um, yes.."
He then told me he owned a used book store in Long Beach and had picked up my yearbook from when I was a sophomore in high school at a swap meet. If I wanted to come by his store, he would give it back to me.
See, the week John's brother died, the bill for our storage unit went past due, and with all the stress, it got forgotten about and they auctioned off all our stuff. I had been paying for this for so long, I had probably paid several times over whatever was in there was worth. I've forgotten what all was in there - a lot of it my mom had taken there when I was back in New Hampshire. Every weekend I would say we have to go over there and get that stuff and go through it. I didn't even know my yearbooks were in there. the people who bought it were supposed to give back personal things like photos, but I guess yearbooks full of personal signatures don't count.
But I've have been trying not to feel bitter about losing all this stuff - it's just stuff and a money drain. At least we're not paying for it anymore. I keep too much stuff anyway.
The guy said he saw my name and address written in the cover with the words "Steal this and I will personally rearrange your face;" it tickled him so he decided to try giving me a call. What kind of a chance is there that a person will be living in the same place with the same phone number after more than 20 years?
We're supposed to take the kids over to John's mom's tomorrow, so maybe I can stop by and pick it up. How kind of him to try to return a book of old memories to me.