Talking to a Stripper

All right, three posts in three days is a bit much for me, but this is a story that I felt needed to be told.
I was at work last night; I work for the school, calling alumni to update their information and ask for donations. I looked over at Brad and saw that he was laughing at an answering machine. I asked him what was so funny after he hung up, and he said, "This must be a wrong number, because that was a strip club." He went on to tell us what the machine had said, and I wanted to listen. How often do you hear a machine for a strip club?
So, he handed me the sheet with the information, and I dialed the number. It rang a few times, and then a woman picked up! I was caught a little off-guard, but I looked at the name on the sheet and said, "May I speak to Paula, please?"
I expected her to say there was no one there by that name, but she said, "Yeah, this is Paula."
"Hi, Paula, this is Betsy, I'm a sophomore at the University of Saint Mary. How are you doing this evening?"
"I'm good."
"Well, I'm calling tonight to update your alumni information and to talk to you about how your donation could impact a student here at the University. Do you have a few minutes to speak with me?"
"Wait, you're calling from where?"
"The University of Saint Mary."
"Oh, no, we don't have anything like that here. This is a strip club." Click.
I'm not really sure what she meant, but I didn't get a chance to clarify. What really got me was how happy she sounded. She was perkier than anyone should be. She almost sounded like the type of girl I'd befriend.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my night.