“Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!” goes the...

“Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!” goes the refrain in the movies of the same name. Don’t ask Jan Contreras of Arcadia to join in the singing, though.

After receiving countless phone calls at home from giggling kids--especially after the release of “Ghostbusters II”--she realized that her telephone number, 446-7828, spelled GHOSTBU.

What’s worse, on two occasions she was investigated by Pacific Bell. Why? Angry parents wanted to know why Contreras’ phone number was showing up on their bills.

Contreras has since had the number changed. It was that, she said, or take her boyfriend’s suggestion of “going into the business of getting rid of ghosts.”

Speaking of who you gonna call, the dashboard sign on one parked car with a two-toned paint job in Pacific Palisades (see photo) had a helpful suggestion.

Only in L.A. Home Furnishing of the Week: A house for sale for $975,000 in Studio City features a master bath with, among other appointments, “a sub-zero refrigerator.” Probably a Whirlpool.

John Stein of Mar Vista wonders if there isn’t something to the stereotype of health-obsessed Southern Californians, judging from local merchants with such names as “The Rug Doctor,” “Floor Doctors,” “Shower-Door Doctor,” and “The Drain Surgeon.”

The latter, no doubt, has a great sink-side manner.

And now, an exciting scene from next week’s episode of Chocolate CHiPs:

Signs on the city’s Commuter Express buses warn that eating aboard isn’t allowed. And the rules are enforced.

Justin Fishbein was making a downtown-to-Chatsworth run the other day when the driver stopped and declared:

“I smell a cookie.”

He then confiscated a bag of freshly baked goods from a munching passenger. The edibles were returned to her when she reached her destination.

Bill Wolf, a vice president for Air L.A., collects memorable letters received by the local commuter airline. He shares some excerpts from his favorites.

“I am interested in a career in flight attendance,” a Georgia woman wrote.

A Portland man seeking an “airline travel career” said his past employment “was at a cafeteria in my high school as assistant cook, which takes a lot of working with the chief and dealing with the customers.”

A Finnish writer, perhaps thinking Air L.A. was the CIA, wrote: “I am writing to you because you do not take bribes. . . . (Such-and-such) mining company bribes people. . . . Would you be so kind and send (this) letter to the United Nations?”

And then there was the mysterious postcard from Poland, which offered greetings and added: “Send friend with Poland.”

You may remember when locals joked that the freeway system had been named after an Israeli prime minister. After all, the signs said: “Begin Freeway.”

Joe Lyou of L.A. says that he always thinks of the French president when the on-ramp signs say:

“Meter On.”

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Two of the most one-sided electorates in the county are Rolling Hills, where only 15% of the registered voters are Democrats, and Compton, where just 4% are Republicans.