Problem.
I hadn't set an alarm. There was a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach when I made the assumption that it was work calling and that I had overlooked a morning shift on my schedule. As my heart started beating faster and I began to form in my mind what conversation I was about to have with a pissed off shift supervisor, I saw that it was my Grandma calling me.
Phew.
To be fair, it was almost 9 o'clock but why would she be calling me so early. Again with my assumptions, I thought that this must be bad news. I groggily asked, "hello?" She answered in a panicked voice "Cameron? Are you alright?"
I would give you a line-by-line replay of the conversation but, let's face it, I'm too lazy to write it, and you are too lazy to read it. The long and short of it was that my Grandmother had received a call from someone who claimed to be me. He said he was in Reno and had been in an accident in a rental car and needed $2400 because he hadn't paid the insurance.
Crazy!
I had heard about this on Dateline but it is downright weird that they tried it on my family. Thank goodness us Bachmans aint suckers. My Grandma called my Dad, who had also heard about this type of thing and calmed her down. Her motherly instincts intact, she called me and I think we both got scared half to death (Me because I thought I was going to be fired, and her because she thought I was stranded in Reno).
Strange Happenings.
