why bother answering the phone?

it seems that the phone number that marlito and i have is on almost every call list, bathroom wall, and long lost relatives' address book. i was just inspired to write this by the call i just received. whoever it was they were looking for a Mr. Dunk (is that even a real name?) and i almost laughed into the phone. i mean really? Mr. Dunk! the previous caller was from the globe and mail asking if i was interested in a subscription.
i don't even know why i bother to answer the phone between the hours of 9 and 6. we get about 2-3 wrong/ annoying calls every day. which might not even seem like a lot of calls, but if you put it into the perspective that we get about 2-3 real phone calls every week it seems like a lot. and who are these people leaving messages on wrong phone numbers. i clearly say our names on the message and yet they still feel like leaving messages like,

"Hello Lisa, this is Dr. Munroe's office calling to confirm your appointment for tomorrow at 2:30"

i'm always excited to come home and see that we have messages. but then my excitement is crushed by the fact that it is just another hang up from some telemarketer. and yet i still feel compelled to pick up every time that phone rings. i won't give up, not yet!