Another incident, tonight.
I answered the phone and heard a strange man's voice (saying "how're you doin, darlin" or something like that). I told him that I thought he had the wrong number, and then he asked to speak to Carl.
And my first reaction was...
...what? Carl? Carl's gay too? How does Cassie keep dating gay men?
(Then I returned to my senses, told the man that he had the wrong number, and hung up the phone.)
(Though I supposed I'm not a true brokaholic unless I also answer the phone with "Who? Who is this?")
(Edit -- this might not make sense if you didn't know my first reaction to being called "darlin" on the phone. People don't call me "darlin." I'm from northern New England, and my people aren't big on endearments. So my first reaction was that either this guy thought I was his wife, or that this was a harassing phone call and I needed to end it ASAP. And then suddenly, it was mistaken because the guy really wanted to talk to Carl...)