I was to meet Pam for lunch around noon today. At 11:50, as I approached the Indy office building where Pam’s class was being held, my cellphone rang. I figured it was Pam calling to let me know they were released for lunch. In fact, in the distance, I could see her standing in front of the building, her phone to her ear.

With the radio going, I had a hard time hearing her voice. I turned the radio down. Then, as I approached the curb where she stood, I said, “Hey there, gorgeous. Going my way?”

Pam was looking at me with a puzzled look. The woman’s voice on the phone asked, “Who is this?”

I thought, Doesn’t Pam recognize her own car?

Then I heard, “I think I got the wrong number.” And for the first time, I realized that that was not my wife’s voice. Close, but not Pam.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I thought I was talking to my wife. I’m picking her up right now.”

“That’s very sweet,” said the woman good-naturedly. I could sense her smiling. “I need to hang up now.”

I opened the door for Pam and she got in. I told her what had happened. She looked in my phone log to see who might have called. The only record showed that she, Pam, had called at that time. No record of anyone else. Very strange.