fine whine

This being Valentine's day and all (so sayeth Hallmark) the wife and I were out hunting for houses most of the afternoon. We returned to see the answering machine's light blinking, to which my response is "ooh! somebody loves us!" but inevitably a press of the PLAY button will reveal merely a hangup or some solicitor. Today, though, was something totally unique (well, for us here). I have transcribed the entirety of a message:

... to accept charges, press zero.
To refuse charges, press one.
To prevent calls from this facility, press six.
For a rate quote, press seven.

Hello.
This is a collect call from
Twah
an inmate at the county jail.
To accept charges, press zero.
To refuse charges, press one.
To prevent calls from this facility, press six.
For a rate quote, press seven.

I'm not quite sure how the guy's name is spelled but each of the four times he had called and left a message it sounded like something between "Twah", "Twon" or maybe "T'Juan". He had tried to call at 3:53, 4:01, 4:43 and 6:03 PM while we were out, end every time it was the automated Mabel asking us if we wanted to accept the call. But we have no clue who this guy is nor where he got our number, let alone what he did to get thrown in the coop.