The girl at the desk in the Kenworthy said, "The man called you three times. Lieutenant but he wouldn't give a number. A lady called twice. Wouldn't leave name or number."
Raymond Chandler The Simple Art of MurderShort Story: Spanish Blood (A future Look at this scene.)
My automated voice answering service told me when I checked my phone. My friends had been attempting to call me, and they assumed I knew who it was that called. Go figures. I tried the voice recognition software that I had installed on my phone, but the phone came up with a possibility of 20 girls and 20 boys total. Should I call each person. That seemed time consuming, and some of those people I would rather not talk to. Technology offered solutions but at a price. What a price? Time was supposed to be saved by technology, but now I felt obligated to call each of the forty people and see if they were the one. Are you the one who called me. Yes or no, I should write an email to all my friends, but then I would seem out of touch with reality.
Oh technology, thou art, a time consuming succubus.