canny granny

I’ve never really trusted telephones. My grandmother instilled a fear of electricity in me at an early age.

“Electricity is dangerous,” she said, “and phones talk in electricity. Make sure you always remember that!“. I have always remembered that.

(And no one was ever allowed to forget that my Great Aunt Sadie saw something nasty in a phone box on Labor Day in 1934.)

So it comes as no surprise to me to learn that job seekers who dialed a Maryland Job Service Hotline found themselves chatting on a sex line. Hot being the operative word here. Can you imagine the conversation? Mind boggling.

But did people who phoned the true blue original sex line find themselves talking to a vocational guidance counselor? I shudder to imagine that conversation.

It seems someone who may, or may not, still be working for the State of Maryland, put the wrong number on the State’s website. For heavens sake, we all know how easy it is to dial a wrong number, let he who is without sin cast the first stone, but I find it puzzling how numbers can be interchanged in this fashion.

You can’t tell me it’s a coincidence

Can you spare a dime for an old dame?