Let's go Fly a Kite

I got a phone call this evening that went something like this:

Him: Hi. Is this Curtis Jones?
Me: Yes.
Him: Great! I'm so happy to have reached you. I'm [someone] and your friend Mark from The Hyatt (?) referred me to you. Do you know who I'm talking about?
Me: I don't.
Him: Well, he said that you were an expert in kite flying and that you own a film company. You see, I've got a scene to shoot tomorrow and my kite guy has disappeared, so we're in a bit of a jam. I was hoping that--
Me: I haven't flown a kite since I was a kid.
Him: You've been flying kites since you were a kid?
Me: Haven't.
Him: And you don't own a film company?
Me: I don't.
Him: Sorry to have bothered you....

Update from 2025: I don't know why it didn't occur to me at the time, or until now, that with his relatively unique name and knowing keywords about his profession, he probably wouldn't be overly difficult to locate. So I found him. Except it is "Kurtis" with a "K".