"Hello. Um, is this the Grandholm Theater?"
"No Dad, this is your daughter [Renniekins]!"
"[Renniekins], what are you doing answering the phone at Grandholm Theater?"
"I don't know... they must have forwarded their calls to me."
It turns out there was some complicated error in which he was checking if the theater was stored in his phone, and it wasn't but mine was the number following it, and even though he manually entered the number and pressed Send, it called me.
Too weird! We chatted for a couple of minutes, then he went to try calling the theater again while I went back to work.