COMMISSIONATHLON Day 12 (cont’d) – The Emperor’s Nightmare (W40K)
on June 24, 2011 at 2:05 pmPosted In: Commissionathlon'11
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It happens to me, and though my telephone number goes like 06 25 75 and so on, I sometimes got calls from people who ask me if “this is the 03 47 38…”.
Go wonder. ^^
It’s just you, man. Sorry.
I answered the phone once and was greeted with “HI DAD!” Made me sit up for a second before my brain kicked in to point out there are certain “activities” required to be eligible for the title of Dad. And I haven’t participated in any of them. Probably scared the crap out of some kid though when I just sat there for 30s staring blankly at the wall.
While in a crawlspace getting Christmas decorations I answered a call where a guy assumed that I was a clerk at the answering desk of some hotel in Toronto Ontario, which I’m far from. He then began rattling off his credit card number, I swear if I had a pen, paper, and a lack of morals, oooooo I could of had some fun.
Our number is rather similar to a café so we’ve had people asking if they can book tables. We even had an answering machine message of someone wanting to book a table. Said person left no number for us to ring and inform them they had the wrong number.
The look on the person’s face when they arrived at the café to have no table booked must be a picture.
It really IS just you! I mean, I get them, but more like twice a year than twice a day…
Whenever I ring a friend of mine there is a 50/50 chance some man from London will pick up, it is very strange. Luckily he is friendly and doesn’t seem to mind some Northerner calling him though I’d rather have my chum on the other end. I can’t see how this could be a prank either because the second time this happened Mr. Londoner seemed genuinely bewildered and generally acts and sounds differently to my friend.
I almost never get wrong number.
And when it happens, if it’s a girl I chat for a while, if it’s a guy I don’t bother telling him he’s got the wrong number, I just hung up (yeah i’m an ass…So what?).
Sounds like his friend transposed(switched) a couple numbers.
I used to get a woman calling my house phone(that I had for 15 years), thinking I was her husband. She kept insisting for six months. I finally got so sick of it that I paid to have her number blocked.
Used to get a lot of calls thinking that my home was a Jewish Temple. The two numbers had the last two digits switched, so it was understandable. Ended up disconnecting the landline and switching to a cellphone since it happened too frequently and there were too many numbers to easily get them all blocked.
I usually don’t get any because I have a cellphone, but I once had 2 wrong numbers in the same day from 2 different people asking for 2 different people too. It was creepy.
Here in Slovakia, it’s a relict of times when phone numbers were recycled.
So, as it happens, we got a phone number which originally belonged to a grocery shop. The first year in this appartment was horrible: “Grocery? Do you have watermelons?” was the common first sentence when I picked up the receiver and said “Hello”.
Fortunately, after a year, this all died out, as the callers got updated GoldenPages.
I had a worse situation happen to me. At one point my home phone number had been used by some maroon that hadn’t paid his bills in like, 400 years. I was getting a call every two days for a “Fred Hamilton” and some of the creditors were downright obnoxious when I tried to tell them the number no longer belonged to them.
I finally lost my temper with one agency and filed a restraining order on them. Attached to the affidavit were a copy of the updated phone book for 2008 showing my home number and MY NAME, as well as a google person search printout (that took me less than eight minutes to put together) showing Fred Hamilton had moved to Anchorage, Alaska and opened a business with the EXACT SAME NAME, and in the EXACT SAME FIELD, as the on the creditors were trying to find. In fact, it was the second link if you googled his damn name and the damn name of the previous damn business the damn fool had been running. (The FIRST link was the business he’d defaulted on.)
I did get the last laugh on the collection agency, however. I demanded, on pain of harassment lawsuit if I didn’t get it, a two page, handwritten letter of apology from the district manager, AND the following phrase written 100 times by the collection agent that accused me of lying:
“I will never again call a person a liar unless I have documented proof that they are telling a falsehood.”
Being a middle school teacher means I have a source of nasty punishments to inflict on the everyday putzes that infest my life.
One day when I was a little kid (okay, I was twelve) the phone started ringing and carefree as I was I picked up the phone and was just about to say “hello” when the woman at the other end started yelling at me not to mess around with her husband O_o I was severely traumatized and wouldn’t pick up a phone for months if I didn’t recognize the number on the display.
I have also managed to accidentally dialled the wrong area code when it was my grandmothers birthday. The funny thing was that it was another “old lady” that answered so for a moment there I also wanted to say something in the line of “of course you’re my grandmother, you sound just like her” ^^