I am sitting at home, finishing up my wife's birthday Sunday brunch, we're about to move on to opening her presents before going off to the UM Law graduation ceremony this afternoon.
My cell phone rings. It's not a familiar number, and call ID says it's blocked.
Me: “Hello.”
Phone: [Silence]
Me: “Hello?”
Phone: [inaudible mumble … Michael … inaudible mumble]
Me: “This is Michael Froomkin. Who's this?”
Phone: “Hello, my name is [Redacted]. I got your name from the Internet and called your office, and got your cell number. I was wondering if you could tell me where I'm supposed to park for graduation?”
Me: “It depends on what sort of permit you have.”
Phone: “I don't have a permit. I'm just driving down to watch the ceremony. I was wondering if you could tell me where it's suggested we park.”
Me: “I'm a law professor, not a traffic warden. There is some parking, there might be signs, I don't know.”
Phone: [hangs up]
