I’ve had two phone calls in the last two days that have utterly bewildered me. The first was a man speaking German who sounded very friendly--as if we knew each other already. I understood it was something about our move, but the introduction was so fast that I had no idea why he was calling. If I could translate the conversation into English, it might have gone something like this (I’m imagining what he probably said, but only based on what I understood later). Caller: Hello, Mrs. Stevens! This is Schaefer from Spangenberg. Greetings to your family. I understand you’re moving. Me: Ah, hello! Yes? Caller: I’m calling to schedule your household goods survey. Me: Yes? Ah, who are you? Caller: Mr. Schaefer from Spangenberg. Me: I’m sorry, could you say that again? Caller: This is Mr. Shaefer from Spangenberg. Your husband works for Baker Hughes and you are moving back, yes? I’m calling to schedule th...