Years ago, I found myself in an exceedingly remote backwater of Central Africa for work; it was fairly safe to state that I was the only person within a hundred

Years ago, I found myself in an exceedingly remote backwater of Central Africa for work; it was fairly safe to state that I was the only person within a hundred mile radius who wasn’t born there. As I stop at an intersection, some guy I’ve never seen before walks up to the car and excitedly tells me «Mr. $MY_NAME, you must phone home immediately!» Puzzled (and worried!) I asked him how he knew my name - turned out the local radio station had announced that if anyone saw the tall, white guy - tell him to phone home! No less worried, I thanked him and drove off to find a phone. Turned out my grandmother (bless her!) had decided to give me a call just to chat; she’d rung up my employer asking how to get hold of me; he’d called the local contractor, they had realized I was out and about and after a few more delegations, all involved assumed it was urgent and pushed the big, red button. When I finally got someone at home on the line, half panicked, it felt absurd when my father just said «Oh, your grandmother wondered how you were doing down there; I’ll fetch her...» My grandmother? To her dying day, she couldn’t make up her mind whether this was the most embarrassing or most hilarious experience of her life - the day she made all of Owando look out for her grandson... Probably both.