Friday, March 19, 2010

Oh the Intrigue

By Heather

A few weeks ago, my old hometown newspaper (Weymouth, MA) ran a fantastic article about me and Truly, Madly that took up a third of a page. I couldn’t have asked for better PR.

Until my husband came home last week and showed me his cell phone. Someone from Massachusetts (we knew this from the area code) had sent a picture of that article on the side of a fridge with the caption “Look what’s on my fridge.”

He was concerned someone had taken fandom a bit too far and had somehow tracked down his (often unused) cell phone number to show us just how big a fan they were. Um, hello, stalker?

True, hardly anyone has that phone number. In fact, I think only me, the kids, and my parents-in-law have that number. Yet… we have family in Massachusetts. Lots of it. Maybe the picture came from one of them?

Nope. We cross-checked phone numbers.

Interestinger and interestinger.
Yes, we could have texted back, or called, with a simple WHO IS THIS? But we didn’t want to, you know, engage whoever this may have been (hello, stalker?).

The cell phone in question is sooo old (and one of those cheapo pay as you go kinds) that the screen is somewhat blurry and there is no zoom option either, but I could have sworn the picture also had one of my bookmarks under a magnet next to the article. This only increased the mystery as not many of my bookmarks are in circulation. Hmmm.

So now we’ve deduced that the sender was from MA, had access to a Weymouth paper, had been sent a bookmark by me at some point…and had somehow found out my husband’s cell phone number.

A few days passed with no more communication from the picture sender (stalker, cough cough), but I kept thinking about who could have sent it. I had the feeling we *knew* the sender, but couldn’t quite put it together. Who would have that number?

Then it hit me. I knew who the culprit was. And, by now, I’m sure she’s realized the commotion she caused! All the pieces fell into place. She lives in Massachusetts. She had access to the paper. I had sent her a bookmark. And several years ago, I had given her that phone number when I made an impromptu trip to Massachusetts and called on her, my oldest friend, who I hadn’t seen in over a decade, for a big favor, and she didn’t hesitate to help me out…

Sure enough, I cross-checked her cell number (which was stored on MY phone) and it matched. I obviously need to give her my newest cell phone number…

Thanks, Deb, for the mini-mystery last week and for making me realize that maybe I know a thing or two about this detective business after all…

Anyone else have any intrigue lately? Or ever get a cell messages and have no idea who they came from?

~Heather

PS: If anyone would like a signed bookmark, email me at heather@heatherwebber.com. Don't forget your address!

16 comments:

Jill said...

That was a cool and fun story! Nice to get PR and a brief game of cat & mouse!

debbie said...

Wow! Who knew I could cause such a fuss!!

Yes, your article is on the wall-of-fame, my fridge. My mom, who still lives in Weymouth, cut it out for me.

My mother-in-law came over to babysit my son today and guess what book she had in her hand? Her friend had given it to her. My copy is better....hahahahahaha

Spring has sprung here in MA. It's wonderful!

caryn said...

Biggest cell phone mystery in my life is how do I retrieve the frickin' messages??? My cell is probably one just like your husband's and used even less.

Funny story though and you exhibited great detective skills!
Caryn in St.Louis

Kaye said...

OMG! You lived in Weymouth????? North, south east, the landing??I lived in Hingham for 26 years before moving to FL. Yowzer.

Heather Webber said...

Hi Jill, in the end the cat and mouse game was fun, but it is rather scary to think of how easy it is to find someone in this day and age.

Debbie, you're such a troublemaker! LOL. I love that I'm on your wall of fame! And how great is it that you have the whole family reading my books?

LOL Caryn! On *most* phones, if you hold down the # 1, it should take you to the voice mail box. If that doesn't work, I'm out of ideas. Anyone???

Hi Kaye! I grew up in N. Weymouth and lived in Rockland, too, for a while before moving here. Part of Truly, Madly is set in Weymouth, Hingham (Wompatuck), Cohasset and Boston. It was so fun going "home" in the story. You can click on the "fantastic article" above to read the newspaper story. What part of Hingham were you in?

Dru said...

I love it and I'm glad you were able to solve the "cell phone mystery." Hmm, that has a nice ring to it.

Mason Canyon said...

Cute story. I can see where that would drive you crazy trying to figure it out. Now we know where Lucy gets her drive from and her detective skills.

Kaye said...

Hi again Heather, if you ever went to the South Shore OCountry club on your way to down town Hingham, my house was on the right hand side across from the cemetery. Whenever I gave directions, people would ask if it the house with the swimming pool and the yellow slide? Yep, that was us!

signlady217 said...

My husband got a call just a few nights ago from an unknown number. He recognized the area code as Louisiana and thought maybe it was a work-related thing, so called back. Nope, just a wrong number, sounded like an elderly lady. Funny part, after confirming he wasn't who she was trying to contact, she asked if he was good-looking and single!! He just cracked up, told her good-looking, yes, single, no, then said good-bye and hung up. We're still laughing about it.

jbstanley said...

Hilarious! I like the ending of this story, Heather!

Lover of Books said...

With my old pre-pay phone, I used to get calls and texts for someone who used to have that number. Took them 5 phone calls and a few texts to finally get that the person they were looking for no longer had that number. Silly people!

Krista

Juju at Tales of Whimsy.com said...

What fun! I can't wait to read your book :) Fab post :)

Andrea C. said...

A real life mystery, how fun! I hate when I get calls/texts from numbers I don't know. Especially when the caller doesn't leave a message (I screen any number I don't recognize). Although, your story would freak me out too...

Theo Epstein said...

A stalker? Really? Your ego is out of control.

Vicki said...

I'm glad you figured it out and that it was a friend not a foe! Cool story!

katsrus said...

I am a new follower. Great story. I always get cell phone messages I don't know who they are. Drives me nuts. LOL.