recovery

There's a repo company that has a phone number that's nearly identical to mine. Theirs has a 7 where mine has a 4, and through some combination of miscommunication and misdialing I receive calls from people whose cars were towed. Sometimes people tell me about the medicine and other personal affects they want to retrieve. One guy was visiting from out of the country and didn't speak English so we wound up texting each other with the help of an online translator. I had two different women call me this morning while I was out walking, and I returned the calls when I got home. I tried explaining the mix-up to one but I confused her, and she's calling me again as I write this. She said she called the other number but they didn't pick up and she wants to know who has her car. I said I'm some guy in Pennsylvania and that these problems are the company's to own. If I did win the jackpot lottery I think that after financing my personal gardener, chef, and driver I'd buy the business and turn their lot into a public garden. Anywhere people had been towed would become free parking, and any abandoned vehicles on the books would become cheap, accessible, reliable shuttles. This would be too good for Florida, and the sparrows would lose their minds to witness it in action, but social recovery seems like the holistic way to end the calls.