There was a woman from the town across the lake who was absolutely convinced my Google voice number was her pastor’s and she needed to pick him up from the airport. She reached out at least three times over two years. TBF, the three-digit “exchange” would have been from that town back in the landline days. I always explained very calmly that I’m sure Pastor Jeff would be very happy to hear from her but she was going to need to figure out his phone number herself.