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03-01-2007, 11:42 AM
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"Sorry, Wrong Number. Oh, Unless I'm Just A Big, Fat Liar"
RIIIIIING goes the phone.
I glance at the Caller ID, and see it's only displaying a state name. One thing I've learned over the years -- that's a telemarketer. Answering machine can handle this one. "Hello, you've reached the Briston residence. Leave a message and we'll call you back" <BEEEEEP> "Mark Martin, you there? Hey, Mark Martin, I need to talk to you. Mark Martin, pick up the phone Mark Martin. Hey Mark Martin, c'mon, Mark Martin, it's Frank. Pick up, Mark Martin, I've got a deer tick in my dog's leg and I can't get it out..." Huh...that's no telemarketer...it's some guy babbling on about something that I sure as hell can't make any sense out of (it wasn't until I went back and listened to the message a few times that I got it all correctly). Doesn't matter, there's no Mark Martin Mark Martin Mark Martin here. I don't want the guy being pissed at...what was his name again? Mark Something?...so I answer it. "Hello?" "Hey, Mark Martin! About time you answered...listen, I've got..." "Woah, hold on a second -- you've got a wrong number." "Huh? No, I've got a dog with a..." "Nono, there's no Mark here buddy, you've called a wrong number". "Well, I don't think so. This sure sounds like Kelly's". "Well, I don't know what Kelly's is, but this isn't it. You've called my home." Let's me just interject here for a moment -- I know damn well what Kelly's is -- it's a bar, and from the sound of this guy's voice, it's one he knows very well. Anyway... "Well, you sure sound like Kelly's to me. So, when you see Mark Martin, tell him..." "No, I won't be seeing Mark because you've called my home in New Jersey, and..." "NEW JERSEY! Well, now I know you're lying...I didn't call New Jersey, I called Kelly's!" "Yeah, that's kinda the point of me saying 'wrong number'." "Listen, just tell Mark Martin that Frank called, and that I need..'" "Yeahkbye." <click> Ok, I can fully appreciate the Drunken Dial call, although I question it being done at 9:45 in the morning. But how damn loaded do you have to be to convince yourself that you're the undisputed and unquestionable master of all things phone dialing? I mean, when I've been really lit in the past, and I made a phone call, I still managed to keep it in my head that there was a better than even chance that I royally fucked up that phone number. Huh. I just took a break from thread writing to check something out. I took the area code this guy called from, and ran that against a White Pages search for Kelly's. I'll be damned, here it is. Now this gets funny...my phone number and Kelly's phone number are pretty similar, in parts. Trouble is, when you factor in that he had to dial my area code first, it seem that 'ol Frank would have had to have 1) mashed the keypad, thereby dialing my area code and the first two digits of my phone number, then 2) dialed Kelly's phone number, while ignoring the fact that the phone was probably ringing while he dialed the last five digits. Hmmm, now this thread was originally going to be along the lines of "Why the hell would you not believe someone who says you've called a wrong number: Discuss". However, and new opportunity has come up: Should I give Kelly's a call and tell Mark Martin that Frank need him to come over and get the deer tick out of his dog's leg? 
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03-01-2007, 11:46 AM
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03-01-2007, 11:52 AM
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Too late now, but next time - "Mark, is that you Mark? The cops are here man... Frank? Who the hell is Frank? There's no Frank here, just some cops looking for Mark Martin. You know where Frank is, Mark?"
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03-01-2007, 11:53 AM
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03-01-2007, 11:53 AM
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On a related note, I once received a weird call on my cell phone. Upon answering, I head an outraged voice exclaim, "What are you doing on my voicemail?!?!"
I was puzzled at first, so I asked, "What do you mean? This is my mobile phone." Still angry, he replied, "I was calling my voicemail. What are you doing on my voicemail?" Exasperated, I said, "Sir, I'm pretty sure that you have the wrong number" and hung up. Now, it seems to me that if we heard a strange voice respond when we tried to check our phone messages, most of us would immediately think, "Oops. I must have misdialed." Apparently though, this gent was just supremely confident in his dialing abilities. No, he couldn't possibly have dialed the wrong number, so I must have been some intruder who hacked into his personal voice mailbox. Sheesh.
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03-01-2007, 11:54 AM
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03-01-2007, 12:04 PM
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Dave's not here, man.
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03-01-2007, 12:06 PM
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We had an old lady calling us for weeks convinced that this was the number to her daughter's home. The old bitch was calling us from California, for Og's sakes, so it must have been an enormous bill. I started out nice and got gradually angrier and angrier...maybe she had Alzheimer's or something but she Just. Didn't. Get. It. Literally she'd call and we'd tell her it was the wrong number, hang up, and immediately call back.
She was never mean and didn't seem like she was doing it on purpose...but she did it day after day. After a while I started to wonder - where the fuck was this daughter? Why wasn't she taking care of her mom? If her mom was really in this bad shape, then she shouldn't have been checking on her mom daily? And if her mom was doing this maliciously, same thing - who's paying the phone bill from Cali to NY? I kept telling my SO to report the whole situation to Verizon...it's his name on the account...but he was reluctant to get this old lady in trouble I think. I have no idea if she really would have been or what, but he's sometimes a little too nice.
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03-01-2007, 12:08 PM
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03-01-2007, 12:16 PM
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When I worked in dialysis, I got to work first, at 4:30 AM, to start the machines and get the days special doctor's orders off the answering machine.
One morning, a rather drunken voice told me there was a bomb set to go off at noon in the building. My gut told me there was no bomb, and the guy was just pissed because he lost his quarter dialing wrong. But... I spent the day "entertaining" the entire fire department, half the police department and most of the hospital administration.  There was no bomb.
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03-01-2007, 12:17 PM
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03-01-2007, 12:17 PM
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The stupid beyatch who was assigned my home number before me apparently left without telling anyone in her address book that she had moved. I've had this number for almost eight months and I still get calls for her, a lot of them:
Beep! "Ms. Foster, this is Smithtown Academy. We noted that your son Max was not in school today and we need to discuss this with you. Please call . . . ." Beep! "Ms. Foster, this is Dr. Bumblefutz's office calling to remind you that you have an appointment to have your teeth cleaned tomorrow at 9 a.m. . . . " Beep! "Jenny! Hey! It's Cindy! From Boulder! I knew we haven't talked in ages but I was just wondering how you were! Give me a call at . . . ." Beep! "Jennifer Foster, this is a courtesy call from Vanity Fair magazine! Just a friendly reminder that your subscription is about to run out! You can continue to receive the timely articles and entertaining value of VF for only $12 per year by simply calling . . . ." GAH! The worst was this: ME: Hello? CALLER: Hi, Jenny? ME: No, I'm sorry, there's no Jenny here. CALLER: But this is Jenny's phone number. ME: I guess it used to be, but now it's been re-assigned to me. CALLER: Well, do you have Jenny's new number? ME: . . . [If I'd been thinking, I would have said, "867-5309"] CALLER: hel-LO??? ME: CLICK. I swear, if I could find the woman I would smack her.
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03-01-2007, 12:29 PM
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03-01-2007, 12:41 PM
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 ) citizen.But I hereby give you permission to yank this fool's chain.
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03-01-2007, 12:50 PM
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Or you could say something similar to what Danny DeVito's character "Sam Stone" says when he gets a wrong number call: Debbie? Yeah, Debbie's here, who's this? Well, Ralph, uh, Debbie can't talk right now, my dick's in her mouth. How about if I have her call you back later when I'm done? (hangs up) I love wrong numbers!
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03-01-2007, 01:03 PM
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Once, I had trouble believing I had a wrong number.
My sister Kat had just gotten disconnected. I went to "received calls," picked the last one from the list, and hit "dial." Me: "Hey Kat, I'm back. What-" Voice: "You have the wrong number." This voice sounded kind of like her best friend Liz. Liz was on the other coast at the time, working on her Master's degree, but I wasn't entirely sure of this. Me: "C'mon, I just hit redial in the phonebook. You don't think I'd fall for that?" Voice: "No, I don't know any Kat, and I don't know you, you have the wrong number?" I realize the voice sounds like a sixteen-year-old valley girl. Liz, when she was 16, had been living alone for a year and sounded like she was 30. Me: "Are you sure?" Voice: "Yes." Me: "Sorry." I hung up, hit redial, and connected to my sister. The phone bill says both calls were to her.
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03-01-2007, 01:11 PM
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Not the same situation, but still a phone-related mishap. We got a random collect call from this guy in prison, and because my family is a clan of idiots, we accepted it.
So, it was a pretty typical if not random "help me post bail" whiny plea for cash. We respectfully declined and hung up, thinking it was all over. Not so fast, doper-breath. The REAL ploy of this call was to gain enough time to futz around with some archaic analog phone commands, and thus gain through some mysterious magic the ability to use OUR number to call his family in Brazil. We learned this because we saw our phone bill.... In the end, we had to call a cop to call the phone company and deal with the whole mess. Apparently this is a very common scam. It was extremely annoying when it happened, but it's funny now.
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03-01-2007, 01:11 PM
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03-01-2007, 01:22 PM
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Hello, Hal?
This is Mark Martin... any messages for me?
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03-01-2007, 01:27 PM
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03-01-2007, 01:27 PM
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A few jobs ago, the prefix to my desk phone started with 562 which is also the area code for Long Beach, CA. So my phone number was something like 805-562-ABCD. The Department of Fish and Game's phone number for all of their few hundred extentions started with the numbers 562-ABCD so were like 562-ABC-DXXX.
On a cell phone you don't have to dial a "1" first on numbers out of your area code but you do on a land line and it slips people's minds. So I would get two to three calls a week from someone in my area code trying to call one of the Fish and Game extensions. Most of the time I'd tell then that they forgot to punch in the "1" first and they'd apologize and that would be the end of it. More than a few times people would argue with me insisting that they did dial the "1". WTF? That's the only way that they could have reached me.
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03-01-2007, 01:37 PM
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I used to have great fun with wrong numbers - inviting the caller over for a party, "taking messages" for people I've never heard of, etc. Until someone caught an early flight and was waiting at the old Stapleton Airport for a ride. "No kidding, you're here already? We're on our way!" ha ha.
Poor bastard called back several times over the course of the day and me being 15 at the time, I just stopped answering the phone. The messages got really desperate towards evening... I stopped doing it after that. If you were stranded at Stapleton in 1983 and thought your friends were on the way but they never showed up, that was me... Sorry.
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03-01-2007, 01:39 PM
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Mark Martin has been a thorn in my family's side for about 20 years. Why just this past New Years Eve my brother had to take him to the ground to convince him he needed to go sleep it off in his car and no, he would not be given his keys.
I worked in an office that was one digit off the Venezuelan airline. Not only did the callers not speak english, but they for some reason, thought I had nothing better to do than lie to them. I had someone write out "you have the wrong number" phonetically for me, which did more harm than good, because then they thought I spoke spanish. For the record, 29 years later "numero aqui vo ka tho" Whoever had my cell phone last is pharmacy and doctor hopping and had her sig other arrested for domestic violence. I had to have Walgreens disallow her to use my cell phone in their system. (5 different pharmacies in 2 counties called to say my script was filled)
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03-01-2007, 01:43 PM
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In the '80s as an undergrad I worked for Budget Rent-A-Car in a town where the main music store was Budget Tapes & Records (Records -- that should date the story).
So we got calls all the time from people who not only apparently just mindlessly dialed the first "Budget" named business in the phone book, but also didn't listen to the greeting when we answered, which was "Budget Rent-A-Car, may I help you?" So we messed with them all the time: ME: Budget Rent-A-Car, may I help you? CALLER: Do you have the new tape by Def Leppard, Pyromania? ME: Why, yes I do. CALLER: How many copies do you have? ME: Oh, just one. I don't think I need more than one. CALLER: No, how many copies do you have in stock? ME: Oh. None. None in stock here at Budget RENT-A-CAR. CALLER: When do you think you'll be getting some in? ME: . . . . ME: Tomorrow. But only if you're at the door when we open, which is 6 a.m. And if you mention the secret word "fiddlesticks" you'll get 25% off!
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03-01-2007, 02:02 PM
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One Sunday afternoon a few years back, my wife and I were enjoying the peace and quiet, when our phone rang.
Wife: Hello? Caller: Is Steve there? Wife: Sorry, you have a wrong number. Caller: Are you sure? You sound like Megan. Wife: Nope, I'm not Megan, and this isn't Steve's place. Caller: Are you sure? Wife: Yes, I'm sure. Caller: Good, because Steve is a JERK! <Click>  One other call, not as odd, and a lot more scary. Keep in mind that this man is really stressed, talking as fast as he can, not taking a breath. <Ring> Me: Hello? Caller: Hey, man, I'm glad your home. I'm really afraid I'm about to do something stupid. Lisa just called; she busted my balls, man. I mean REALLY busted my balls. She wants all of the back child support and next month's right now. Me (having no clue who this is or what they want from me): OK, so what are you going to do? Caller: What I really want to do is got out and get hammered. I mean really lit up. Where am I gonna come up with 7k, man? I can't get that kind of cash. I just... I can't take this pressure. That bitch knows i'm in rehab, and she's just trying to get me to drink so I go back to jail. Right, man? I mean, if I mess this up, I'm gonna spend years in prison, right? Me: Um...probably? Caller: Right. That's what the judge said. I can't let her get to me. Look, any chance I can come over and hang out for a while. If I stay here, I'll get drunk and do something stupid, and go back to jail. I can't do that, man. (I spent 20 minutes on the phone with this man, trying to talk him down enough to get his sponsor's name and number, so I could get someone who could help him.) Finally after all this, and he's calmed down a bit: Caller: Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate all your help. Me: I'm not Jack. You dialed a wrong number. Caller: I did? You're not Jack? I just spent a half hour talking to some stranger? Damn, man, you're pretty good at this stuff. Look, I'm really sorry... Me: No problem. You sounded like you needed someone to talk with. I'm glad I could help. Caller: Thanks! I'll hang on to your number in case I need it again! <Click> ME: ??? Eli
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03-01-2007, 02:16 PM
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My father in law had a number that was one off from the local humane society. At first, he would patiently try to explain that the caller had the wrong number.
As he was heavily medicated back then, he finally gave up trying to be helpful, and just barked into the phone instead.
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03-01-2007, 02:19 PM
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I get a few wrong number calls...usually some teenaged boys calling a gal who apparrently gets quite a few dates.
Caller: May I speak to Susie, please? Me: You've got my permission. I suggest you try calling her. <click>
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03-01-2007, 02:21 PM
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My Mom's cell phone was one digit away from the phone number for Beacon Hill Cat Hospital. She occasionally got calls from people insisting that she HAD to make appointments for their cats even though she insisted that she was in no way affiliated wit Beacon Hill or any other Cat Hospital. We always got a good laugh after she hung up.
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03-01-2007, 02:28 PM
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I had one my freshman year in college. This all happened around 2am on a weekday.
RING Me: Hello? Caller: Is Craig there? (Neither I nor my roommate were named Craig.) Me: No, you have the wrong number. Caller: Oh *click*. ("Oh"? How about, "Sorry I woke you up in the middle of the night with a wrong number?") One minute passes... RING Me: Hello? Caller: Is Craig there? Me: No, Craig still doesn't live here. Caller: *click* Wait for it... RING Me: What? Caller: Do you know what Craig I'm talking about? Me: Goodbye *click*. Obviously I should have gone and researched all of the Craigs on campus on the remote chance that somebody might call in the middle of the night looking for one.
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03-01-2007, 02:33 PM
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I've taken to asking where people got the number, and there appears to be a dealership directory out there that still lists this defunct dealership with my phone number. The worst part is the people who call the number, hear the fax tone, and start spamming me with faxes for auto financing or corporate travel.
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03-01-2007, 02:42 PM
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I used to have a phone number that was one digit off from a welfare office. That sucked. It's amazing how many people speak without listening at all. "Stop! I can't help you!" Last edited by Larry Mudd; 03-01-2007 at 02:45 PM. Reason: ETA
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03-01-2007, 02:50 PM
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Edward and Ruth Wachenfeld, please pay your frigging bills.
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03-01-2007, 03:20 PM
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There's a switchboard system in the office where I used to work. If you were dialing an internal phone line and mistakenly dialed a non-existent number it would be transferred through to the switchboard. So I would frequenlty get calls from people who were expecting someone else to answer the phone. I'd tell them they had dialed the wrong number and most would agree, hang up, and try again. But a few people would insist that they had dialed the right number. My standard response was, "I don't know what number you dialed so I can't say whether it was right or wrong. But the phone thinks you dialed the wrong number and it sent your call to the switchboard."
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03-01-2007, 03:22 PM
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I had a job once where I had to answer the phone (never again) and the business' number was one digit off from a local pharmacy. Every couple of weeks, the same elderly gentleman would call to ask if his prescription was ready. I would kindly explain to him (after looking it up) that he had the wrong number and he should dial xxx-xxxx.
After a dozen or so interations, I started putting him on hold, calling the pharmacy myself, "Is Mr. Smith's prescription ready? Thanks." Then I would relay it back to him. He was still calling when I quit that job.
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03-01-2007, 03:30 PM
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Oh well...that was kind of anti-climactic.
I got busy with work, so I didn't get a chance to call back until a short time ago. I got the barkeep, and asked if Mark Martin was there. I was told that no, he was over at Frank's. Guess word got through.  A few of these responses reminded me of another incident that happened just last week. Our babysitter doesn't have a home phone -- she just uses her cell, which she set up when she lived in California. Thus, it has a 707 area code. She called our house last week to let us know that her daughter was sick, and so I may not want to send my little girl over to her place for the day. We left it that unless she heard back from me, we would meet at our regular place and time (aside: she lives on a military base, so we meet off-base. It's a pain for her to bundle up her kid for a five-minute trip, but it's a bigger pain for me to get security clearance every damn day). I called my work and took the day off. I found her number on our Caller ID, hit the button, and got the following message: "Hey, it's Vanessa. My phone is screwed up and won't take incoming calls anymore, so I got a new one. The new number is xxx-xxx-xxxx". Huh. Well, Ness didn't mention anything about that to me or my wife, but whatever. I call the new number and leave her a voice mail letting her know that she doesn't have to meet me. Can you guess where this is going? Come meeting time, she calls me up wondering just where the hell I am. I tell her about the messages, and the broken phone, and she has no idea what I'm talking about. Come to find out that, like hajario mentioned, it was all about the "1" before the area code. When I was hitting redial, I wasn't phoning area code 707, I was phoning local exchange 707-xxxx, getting someone with my babysitter's name who sounds exactly like her, and causing a misunderstanding of Three's Companyesque proportions (without anyone thinking someone else was having sex, that is).
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03-01-2007, 03:36 PM
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03-01-2007, 03:37 PM
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I was once given a number that had previously belonged to a woman who had the exact same first and last name as I. Not kidding. Of course, she was a deadbeat who didn't pay her bills and has some sort of child custody thing going on with Health and Welfare.
I spent ten minutes on the phone with Fingerhut one day trying to convince them that I was not *that* Jane Doe. I don't think he ever did believe me. Growing up our home number was one number off of a local bar. It was always fun to get calls at 1am from little girls wondering where daddy was. 
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03-01-2007, 03:45 PM
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My mom has had the same landline number for like thirty years. Circa fifteen years ago a restaurant opened up in the neighborhood and they were given a really similar number--it's an easy transposition. So my mom & stepdad started fielding multiple calls per day from people calling the restaurant. They were polite, they redirected people to the correct number for a while, then that got REALLY old and they talked to the proprietors of the restaurant, let them know what was going on and asked them very nicely if they could consider changing their number, seeing as they'd only been in business less than a year and a number change wouldn't affect them too much? The manager was a dick, basically told them to piss up a rope. So for the last fifteen years, my mom and my stepdad (up until he died eight years ago) have been taking reservations for people who can't figure out that NO restaurant answers the phone with "hello" and insist on making dinner reservations. I wonder how many people per night show up at that restaurant bitching about their "lost" reservations and whether or not the managers have ever connected the phenomenon to their being snotty to my mom?
The voicemail switch number for TMobile has an LA area code, and I got a call once from some lady in Ohio whose daughter's friends kept getting some guy on the phone when they'd call her, and would sometimes get calls back from said guy. I checked her account, and the daughter (about twelve years old or so) had messed about with the voicemail settings and had changed the voicemail forwarding number to one a couple of digits off--a number assigned to some poor schmuck in LA. The guy must have been going nuts getting calls from little kids, his voicemail full of messages for little Susie, etc. I fixed it, but I tellya if you ever get a number that's anything like 805-MESSAGE, better decline it!
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03-01-2007, 04:12 PM
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Another college story, this time from Junior Year.
From the beginning of the year, I started getting hang-up calls. Dozens a day. I would come home from class and have sometimes 30 or 40 blank voice-mail messages, mostly from different numbers. After a couple of months I finally figured it out (because my German professor had called me, and when I asked her about it she figured it out). My number was something like 625-3341. The number for the dial-up server was 533-4128 (also made up). The campus phone system worked like this: to dial an on-campus number, you just dial 5-xxxx; so mine was 5-3341. To dial off-campus, you needed to dial 9. The server, being off campus, would be 9-533-4128. Unfortunately, whole legions of students didn't realize that you still have to dial 9 even with a modem. So their computers would dial 533-41 at which time the system would ignore the rest of the number and call me.
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03-01-2007, 04:15 PM
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I used to have a phone number that was close to the fax number of a local Holiday Inn. One day, this woman kept trying and trying and trying to send a fax, over and over and over. After 45 minutes of the phone ringing and squealing in my ear every two minutes, I hauled my desktop computer downstairs to hook up to the phone line (there was no phone line in the room I had it in, and I had no other way to receive a fax). I got the fax on the computer, and it was an order for a sheet cake. I called the number on the cover sheet to tell the woman that she had been tormenting me for almost an hour. "Oh, really? I was so happy when that fax finally went through!"
Honestly, how many times do you try to send your flipping fax before you give up? And did it never occur to you once in 45 minutes to stand next to the machine long enough to hear that there was a person picking up?
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03-01-2007, 04:38 PM
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03-01-2007, 04:40 PM
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Recently, for about a month, I got dozens of calls asking for room #7043. It turned out that my cell number without area code was the same as the first 7 digits of a hospital in PA and they weren't dialing 1 first.
Even after explaining their mistake to these people some of them still asked to be transferred to the "right room". Some of them argued that they had dialled correctly and a lot of them asked me if I could at least tell them how Willie was doing. It took all my willpower to not tell them "I'm sorry, Willie took a turn for the worse yesterday...he didn't make it through the night."
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03-01-2007, 04:52 PM
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My college dorm number was very similar to the local post office. For some reason people like to call the post office at 5 am
A different dorm room, Friday night about 2 am: Me (Male): Hello? Drunk Male Voice: Is Kelly th.....<realizes a guy answered>....WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!? Me: There's no Kelly here, you must have the wrong number. Drunk: BULLSHIT!! PUT KELLY ON RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HER ROOM?!?!? Me: You have the wrong number. There's no one named Kelly here. Drunk: FUCK YOU!!! I'm coming over there right now. If you're still in her room when I get there I'm gonna KICK. YOUR. ASS!!! Put Kelly on the phone NOW!!! Me: *click* I hope Kelly dumped the asshole when he showed up. Don Dokken (of 80s hair band Dokken) lived in Hermosa Beach in the 80s. His number must have been very close to my parents', because I once got a call for his girlfriend, who had the same gender-neutral name as me. Caller: Is Chris there? Me: This is Chris: Caller: Nuh-uh. Is this Don? Quit messing around. Is Chris there or not? Me: I told you. I'm Chris. Caller: No, you're not, unless you got a sex change. C'mon Don, just put Chris on. eventually I convinced her that I was a Chris, just not the one she was calling. Then she explained who Don was at great length. I guess she had to tell everyone, including total strangers she got by misdialing, that she knew a rock star. Last edited by ChockFullOfHeadyGoodness; 03-01-2007 at 04:55 PM.
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03-01-2007, 04:55 PM
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I always try to be real polite to all callers because, well, I just like to. About a year ago I was driving into work when I got a call that wen't a bit likethis:
****RING **** Me - "Hello" Her - "Hi is Sandy there?" Me - "Sorry Maam, you've got a wrong number. No Sandy here. Can I help you with something?" Her - "<laughing> Not unless you are a caterer." Me - "No maam, I work for Channel 9 news. Ya got a good story for me?" Her - "Well, I'm setting up a party for a tall people's dating service." Me - "Oh REALLY, well that's interesting.. May I get some information from you?" And the rest was history - a cute human interest story in the can that Friday...
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03-01-2007, 05:07 PM
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When I was in grad school in Bloomington, we kept getting drunken calls for random people, usually loaded college guys calling for girls, VERY late at night. After the first couple I got used to it and had a standard response:
"Hey, is Stacy there? This is Todd." "Cool, Todd, wassup? She and Mike are still in the shower. I'll have her call you when they get out. [click]"
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