I went with Girlfriend to the Redhook Brewery on Saturday for a fun date (lunch + brewery tour = awesome).
The tour was pretty fun, although not many people were there (it was noon and a bit overcast, not quite beer drinking time, I guess). Our tour guide for the day was Spencer; who was a new guide for me, but trained by the perennial favorite Valerie. He was also good and I would definitely recommend him as a tour guide. This post isn’t about that though. This is about the phone call I got later that night from a number not in my phone book.
I picked up the phone and didn’t hear anyone. A pocket dial? I called the number back, “Hi, you’ve reached Spencer….” Drat, a voicemail.
Wait, wasn’t that the name of our tour guide today?
I left a vague message with a request to call back. Then I got this message via Facebook:
Hey! You were on my tour today! So, I accidentally called you. Funny story – not trying to be creepy at all, I found you on facebook on my iPhone and it listed your cell phone number, which I bumped and called by accident. I think you might have tried to call me back – and I felt really awkward so I didn’t answer… so sorry for the call – I really didn’t mean for it to happen and I feel really bad. I did, however, notice that you know Kelly Knowland ((who I know from the Edge, I think)), who I went to highschool with, and Kiel Johnson ((who I know from highschool, we both went to SAAS)) who I went to college with in Portland! Which is awesome! Small world! I love them both endlessly! And they can vouch for me that I’m not a creeper. I can’t begin to tell you how awkward I feel about the accidental call.
Anyway… hope you had a great time on the tour today, and thanks for the hug ((I was getting our tokens and asking who was going to lead the tour. I noted that I hoped it was Valerie, because she’s a very good tour guide, as well as the guide I’ve had on all the previous tours. Spencer took offense to this, jokingly, so I offered to hug it out with him.)), haha! If you come back to Redhook, I think I owe you a beer. At the least.
Okay, well at least that solves the question of who was calling me ((I’m the guy who always picks up the phone when a new number dials, just so I can solve the mystery)). But what prompted him to look me up in the first place?