Another True Confession

You know how sometimes when you're at a store buying something and they ask you for your phone number? That's always bothered me.

So I decided to have some fun with it. Recently, when asked that question by some salesperson, I have given somebody else's phone number. A few weeks ago, I gave the work number of an editor of one of the publications I write for. Not long after that, I gave the phone number of an old boyfriend from junior high. (I have quite a knack for remembering phone numbers over long periods of time.) Just yesterday, at a great sale at Express, I gave the office number of our church.

I don't know what's worse -- the fact that I'm doing this, or the odd sense of satisfaction I get every time I do it.