I felt my phone buzzing in woodshop so I pulled out my phone. Some guy named Nathan texted me. I'm not used to being texted by wrong numbers, so it kind of took be back initially. He's like, "Hey bro, it's Nathan. My wife wants to come to your CPR class. When is the next one?" I'm just thinking, "wth is this...?" He kept sending messages, which disrupted my telling him to quit it, "I may need a hand teaching at Lindenwood too. Are you available November 21?"
Finally I say, "Uh..you have the wrong number..." and he stops.
I don't know, I thought it was kind of funny.