Wrong Numbers in Greek

Friday morning, as I slaved away on the final Greek paper for my seminary career, concentration was broken by the pierce of a cell phone ring. “Ah, a break from my pathetic existence as a student” I thought to myself. As I head toward the phone, my mind is already attempting figure who could be calling me at 9:56 am Friday morning. I assumed to see one of my friends’ names on the caller ID, but much to my surprise and confusion, there was no name that popped up. I figured that there was about a 91 percent chance that this was the wrong number but decided to answer the call anyway. This percentage shot up to 104 percent when I answered the phone only to hear a 28-36 year old female say with an almost sensual voice “What are you doing?” I decided that the truth was the best thing I could say, and furthermore the funniest thing I could say. Her voice moved to complete shock when I told her that I was working on Greek. I imagine because she could have never in a million years figured such an answer. She immediately came to her senses, confessed that she must have the wrong number, and we parted ways. I had a good laugh over the situation and went back to my pathetic existence working on my paper.