Sometimes the wrong number is the exact one you need.
When my favorite tree is hit by lightning and falls on my house, I remove it from my favorite list. Now my roof is leaking and there aren’t enough buckets and bowls to catch all the water. I call my cousin’s handyman, and leave a message. Please let them work weekends.
When an alpha shows up at my door saying I phoned them, I’m confused. They don’t know my cousin and aren’t even a handyman. When they show me their phone, I discover my mistake: I misdialed.
He offers to stay, to help me with the job at hand. If the house was the only job I wanted from him.
