Wrong Number

I've had my cell phone number since March of 2005, so I guess we just celebrated our 4 year anniversary together. We've been through a few phones together, but we're still holding strong. I sometimes get a call from people trying to call Doug, the mechanic. I know he is a mechanic because he is my Dad's mechanic. I'll get a call from a few people a month asking me how their 84 chev is coming, or if he has had the chance to look at the transmition in their 88 Dodge Stealth. Wrong numbers are understandable, and in Doug's case excusable. His number is only one digit away from mine. You would think, in the 4 years we've been together, I would stop getting calls for the guy that had my number before me, Randy.
I get calls for Randy pretty often. When I first got my phone it was a weekly occurrence. It makes me wonder if he failed to pay his bill or something the same afternoon I swooped into the system and stole it from him. The phonecalls tapered off gradually as time went on. I would spark up a conversation with the folks that would call him, to check if Randy was ok. I think some people thought it was weird that they were calling Randy to check in on him, and they just got a concerned stranger who hadn't heard from someone trying to talk of Randy in a long time. I got a phonecall for Randy today. The person looking for him didn't know if he was OK or not. I'm beginning to worry about him, and if he is still OK. I hope the Scientologists that called him a few months ago were able to talk to him. I wonder why he gave up my number. I wonder if he knows that the last digits spell BIOC (i pronounce it bee-yawtch!)I'm sure he never realized that. If he had, he would have never given it up. Or maybe he thinks its funny to put my number down at Scientology conventions just to make me mad.

If you know anyone named Randy, and he used to have my phone number, let him know I'm concerned.