Mosque in French

We got a wrong number last night, and since Lea doesn't speak any French, she handed the phone to me. The man asked for Monsieur Blahrdi Blahr and I simply said wrong number and hung up. That's when Inna informed us that the man may have been asking for the mosque in French.

Turns out our number is listed somewhere as the phone number of Montreal's mosque. So from time to time, depending on the holiday all the Islamic Montreallers will call us. This month happens to be Ramadan, the month of fasting, so the calls are a' comin'.

I haven't had a phone number this great since I lived on campus and had EXT. 6666! An extra 6 for extra evil! But this time people will call asking for God instead of asking for Satan. There is something to be said for symmetry...