The following phone conversation took place on Friday September 12, 2003 at approximately 9:40 in the a.m. The man’s voice was unfamiliar, with a deep Brooklyn NY accent. Something in his voice seemed angry, troubled, or irritated.
Conversation Commenced:
Me: Hello?
Guy: I almost got caught last night.
Me: O.k.…?
Guy: Yeah, is this Mr. Knotts?
Me: No.
Guy: Is Mr. Knotts there?
Me: No.
Guy: Is this the Knotts residence?
Me: Uh no, you have the wrong number.
Guy: Well why didn’t you say so, you MORON!
Me: I did, you called here … (silence)…so thanks.
End of Conversation