I am met with a loud voice of a man with a heavy middle-eastern accent. "HELLO I EM OUTSIDE ATA THE CORNER VAITING. I EM ATA THE CORNER OF DAY STREET. YOU COME MEETA ME."
My brain is not computing. "What?"
"I EM ATA THE CORNER OF DAY ANDA UH CHESTER STREET. YOU COME UH MEETA ME."
This makes no sense. I don't live near the corner of any street, much less one called Day Street, and I don't recall having to meet anyone today. I briefly wonder if I've overslept and forgotten about a client meeting, but then I realize that the call came into my personal cellphone, not my work phone. I'm even more confused.
"Why would I come outside and meet you?! I don't know who you are or why you are here to meet me!"
"YOU LIVE AT UH ONE TWEENTY FOURA CHESTER STREET? I AM AT CORNER OF DAY AND CHESTER STREET."
"What city are you in?"
"YOU MEETA ME AT CORNER."
"What CITY, what TOWN are you currently in?"
"I AM INA SOAM-AIR-VILLE."
The light dawns. He's at the corner of Day and CHESTNUT Streets and I just woke up enough to realize that he's a cabbie and based on the time of day, he's waiting for RYAN (to take him to the airport)!
"Oh! You are calling for my boyfriend. Just a moment. I'll call him for you and he'll be right out."
I call Ryan, tell him his cab is at the corner of Day and Chestnut. He's equally befuddled why they called me but has no time to figure it out right then so runs off to catch his cab. It turns out the cab company had my phone number on file with his address and somehow managed to give the cabbie MY number instead of Ryan's even though I know Ryan gave them his cell when he called last night to schedule the pick-up.
Wow was that a weird wake-up call!