“Hello,” I managed in an out-of-breath voice. I had run up fourteen steps to catch the ringing phone.
“May I speak to Becky Alexander, please?” a man asked.
“This is Becky,” I stated, already putting up my guard.
“My name is John and I am calling from Rent-A-Center,” he began.
Click. Before letting him get out one more word, I hung up. A salesman! I fumed. I ran all the way up the stairs for that. How did he get my number? I am supposed to be on the “no call list.”