I mentioned my wrong number calls from prison, but my FAVORITE all-time wrong number call(s) came soon after I’d moved into my new house, and thus, had a new number. You know how you often get wrong-number calls from people trying to contact the former owner of your number?
Well, here’s how my favorite one of those went:
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Me: Hello?
Sweet-sounding-old-lady: Hello, is Michelle there?
M: I’m sorry, there’s no one here by that name. You must have the wrong number.
SSOL: Oh, I’m sorry.
M: No problem, have a good evening.
:::pause:::
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M: Hello:
SSOL: Yes, is Michelle there?
M: No, I’m sorry, you’ve called the wrong number again. There is no Michelle here.
SSOL: Oh, well, I thought this was it…
M: Sorry, but it’s a wrong number.
:::pause:::
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M (knowing who it was by now): Hello?
SSOL: I’d like to speak with Michelle.
M (getting impatient, but it’s a SSOL so I don’t want to be a jerk): There is no Michelle here. You have the wrong number.
Sweet-sounding-old-lady, now turning into Cranky Get Off My Lawn Old Lady: Well, this is the number they gave me for Michelle, and it is what I’ve been dialing, so I’d like to speak to Michelle NOW please.
M: There is NO ONE HERE named Michelle! The only other person who lives here is my husband, and he decidedly NOT a Michelle; I promise, there is no Michelle here!
CGOMLOL: THIS IS THE NUMBER THEY GAVE ME! AND I DIALED IT CORRECTLY!
**M:**M: She’s not here!
After that call, CGOMLOL gave up and stopped calling. I don’t remember how many times she called exactly, but I know it was at least 3. I was just amused that she was PISSED to have the wrong number and was trying to tell me she had the right number–she seemed convinced I was keeping Michelle bound and gagged in my basement.
People are weird. And funny.