I'm not Lisa. My name is dropzone. Lisa left her phone downstairs.

Too many people. Far too many chargers. Going back to bed…

I imagine this was years ago?

I’m not Lisa, my name is dropzone
Lisa left you years ago
My eyes are not blue
But mine won’t leave you
'Til the sunlight has touched your face

" …‘LISA’… code word of the day confirmed and approved.
Target locked to last programmed address:
Latitude: 39.448389
Longitude: 126.639404

Barking Sands moving to immediate lock-down and snap-count… "

6:40AM. I thought it was a monthly alarm.

I had a friend named Lisa. Once when she was ill, I volunteered to get her prescription filled at Walmart.

When I dropped the prescription off at the counter, I explained to the clerk that I was picking up for someone else, and was told it was okay.

Ten minutes later, the clerk called out “Lisa Lastname”. I walked up to the counter and proudly sang, “I’m not Leeeeesa”.

The clerk was not amused, but I’m glad I did it.

It’s a rare day when a dropzone post makes sense to me.

This is not that day.

Could have been worse:

“I’m Not Your Negro.”

Are you Rapaport? Cause you’re not Spartacus – that would be me.

Dental plan!

I recently picked up a prescription for my gf; the person I’ve lived with for twelve years, own a home with, etc. The pharmacy lady said, “birthdate” and I automatically answered with mine.

There was a pause, then she said, "patient’s birthdate, barely hiding her eye roll. I said, “January, but I’m not sure of the exact date”. Turns out they need the exact date, so I took a guess (I’m really bad with dates) but was wrong.

Luckily, at this point the pharmacist walks by and asks if there’s a problem. He is a client at work, knows us, and gives his OK on the transaction.

Okay, I looked this up. It’s a song by Jessi Colter. I know that name only as one of the country singer-songwriters that contributed to the “Outlaws!” album, a favorite of my father’s in the mid-70s when I was a child. (The others were Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, and Tompall Glaser.)

OP, when come back, bring clarification.

Denahl plaaahn.
Lisa needs braces.
…repeat several times with reverb…
Bullseye!

That song was misleading on so many levels. The singer sings “I’m not Lisa – my name is Julie.” But the singer was Jessi Colter, who is neither Lisa nor Julie. Nor, in fact, was she even really Jessi – that was just the stage name used by Miriam Johnson. Lies upon lies upon lies…

It’s simple. dropzone is at a party, or some other gathering of people (maybe just a large family). A lot of people (including dropzone and Lisa) needed to charge their phones, and left them all downstairs hooked up to their chargers. One of them (belonging to Lisa) rang, and dropzone mistook it for his. He answered, and then had to explain that he wasn’t the person who was being called.

Next thing you’re going to tell me is that Jessi/Miriam/Julie’s eyes were not really not blue.

Hobart: Baxter! Hawley! Where the hell’ve you been? You’re late and I tell you, I don’t like it. It’s a bad start, boys. I got my people down there throwin’ snowballs and rarin’ to go.
Emmett: I’m afraid it is a bad start, friend, 'cause my name ain’t Baxter, he ain’t Hawley.
Hobart: You’re not Baxter?
Emmett: Name’s Emmett.
Hobart: You’re not Baxter either?
Paden: No, I’m not Hawley.

I had an interaction just like this, getting meds for my cat. I knew his birth date, but instinctively gave mine. The pharmacist asked how my cat has lived to be 71yo.

My wife’s birthday is in January. My ex-wife’s birthday is two days before that. Yes, my wife knows.

To save our marriage, we agreed to not celebrate birthdays at all.