Keith did a bit of research on turkey when ours moved in. 
I got a very, very strange wrong number phone call tonight. When I picked up the phone, a man with a somewhat thick-ish accent asked if he was speaking to Mr. Kochano-wa-how-ow-ski. Since my name gets mangled most of the time by people who don't know me, I said yes, this is Mr Kochanowicz (stressing the correct pronunciation.)
He then said that he was Mr. Howa Doubi (?) and that he was calling from the country of Turkey. I wasn't quite sure what he said and I asked him if he would repeat what he just said, which he did. He then went on to say that he was calling because, years ago, I had purchased a number of oriental rugs from him and he wanted to know if I could possibly return them. Before I could get out that I had never bought an oriental rug in my life, he started telling me that he had sold the rugs by mistake and that the owners were now very, very angry with him and that they want their rugs back. I was so dumbfounded that I was getting a call like this that I just barely stuttered out that I never bought rugs from him and that he must have the wrong number. He responded with "Oh, my my! Oh, my my! Oh, my my! I am sorry! Oh, my my! Thank you for your trouble! Oh, my my! Good-bye!" and he hung up. I think I stood there for a good few minutes with my mouth hanging open.
And now, hours later, I am sitting here worrying about this man in Turkey who might be facing the wrath of some very, very angry ex-oriental rug owners. He did sound upset and desperate. I feel like I should send him vibes.
