Junk calls

The house phone rang today. I picked it up - surprised as nobody ought to have the number. It was a woman trying to sell something or tother. In French. I said no, of course, and put the phone down.

Something kept bothering me about the call though, and after one hour it suddenly hit me. When she started she prononced my surname with perfect pronounciation. No pause. No hesitation. No contortion beyond belief. Just perfection. Seems the French spelling of my surname actually makes sense!