On the flip side of this, I've discovered that those folks calling to collect for various charities are very forthcoming about giving their names. As in, my kids will say, "Eema, Orli is on the phone." I'll pick up, wondering which Orli it could be, and I'm greeted with, "hi Toby, this is Orli from such and such an organization..."
This happens to me all the time, but the ultimate example occurred less than a week after our first sabra was born.
I answered the phone to hear a cheery voice gush excitedly, "Mazal tov, [Mrs. S.]!"
Clearly, it was one of my nearest and dearest friends.
But while my sleep-deprived brain tried to figure out exactly which one, the voice continued.
"It's Michal!" she chirped unhelpfully.
Now I was completely mystified. Still in the throes of my bleary, postpartum daze, I mentally ran through the list of Michals I knew.
Apparently, I was even more exhausted than I had thought, because I couldn’t remember having a best friend named Michal!
Finally, she put me out of my misery and explained that she was calling from one of the infant formula companies...
P.S. In case you were wondering, I politely told her that I was nursing exclusively, thanked her for calling, and hung up…