I was talking at the phone with a friend when someone called on the other line:
"Hello, can you talk a minute?"
"Aaa...Who am I talking to?"
"Aaa ... sorry, my name is Marius and I just want to talk to you. Can't you please just talk to me a minute?"
"I'm sorry I don't know who you are and I really don't have time for that because I'm at work. But where from do you have my phone number."
"You know ... I actually dialed your number randomly because I want to talk to someone."
Even though he had a very nice voice I told him I can't do that so I hung up.
God, only queer things happens to me? After no more then 10 minutes, while I was working in my office, on my computer, a guy knocks at the door. He was looking for someone from the company that's just next to ours, but as no one was there he came to us. As rum as that sounds he asked me to give him an envelope to put some money in it for the other company. I helped him but I still feel that someone is hiding somewhere and is laughing on me. Is like in those cases when you're at the subway and you're listening music on your iPod and suddenly someone comes right to you just to ask you directions. There are so many other people available for that with no headphones on their head, but that someone came to you. I don't understand that at all.

Till next time, keep hoping!
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