Most likely this is someone trying to call his bookie.
Haj
When I was in college, our number was one-off a local bank branch. I’m not proud of the things we did to people who called in with a complaint about their bank service.
Me: “Yello?”
Customer: “Uh…is this Nations Bank?”
Me: “Absolutely.”
Customer: “Yes, I’m calling about an overdraft notice I received in the mail–”
Me: (Cutting them off) “I see.” <long pause>
Customer: “Uh…well anyway, my name is Blah Blah–”
Me: (Cutting them off) “Yes.” <long pause>
Customer: “Um…do you need my account number?”
M: “No, that’s OK, I have your account right here. So you’re having problems with your home loan?”
C: <pause> “No. I received an overdraft notice…”
M: “Oh, that’s right. It says here your account has been suspended due to Insufficient Funds.”
C: “WHAT!! That’s ridiculous! I have direct deposit from my employer, there’s no way that’s the case!”
M: “OK, here’s what I’m going to do, sir. I’m going to go to lunch, so call back.” <click>
::hand the phone to my roommate for round 2::
I just love playing this game!!!
For the 7 years we had our old phone number the previous owner got many many phone calls. I dutifully returned every one that left a contact number and reported this was no longer her number but was amazed at the number of important messages that did not contain a contact number. I learned about her insurance woes and her problems with DSS and about lots of great parties she was supposed to attend…
Now we have this issue with my cellphone. I’m always getting messages left in spanish that I cannot decipher. When I do answer the phone the caller gets very agitated with me but that does not enhance my understanding of spanish in any way 
Thank God… I thought the caller was going to start asking what your favorite scary movie is…
I was going to suggest you learn the french for “EXCUSE ME! You have the wrong number. You should dial 647 not 617. This is all the french I know so please don’t ring me again.” and then I realised I was very nearly recreating this family guy snippet:
Brian: Hola! Um…me, me llamo es Brian. Ahh, uh, um lets see, uh, nosotros queremos ir con ustedes.
Mexican: Hey that was pretty good. But actually when you said, “Me llamo es Brian,” you don’t need the “es.” Just, “Me llamo Brian.”
Brian: Oh, you speak English.
Mexican: No just that first speech and this one explaining it.
Brian: You…you’re kidding right?
Mexican: Que?
My freshman year of college our phone number ended in 00 so we got calls for businesses.
Once, my roommate spent 20 minutes giving a guy prices for car parts. I remember the $50 spark plugs especially.
Once, the phone rang, he answered it and said, “I’m sorry you have the wrong number”
A few seconds later it rings, he answers it and says the same thing.
A few seconds later it rings, he tells me he isn’t going to answer it. So I answer it and say, “Ann Arbor Police Department”
I heard a gasp then a dial tone.
I had a Post Office box for a while, but gave it up a while back. The postal workers were not very particular in delivering the mail to the CORRECT box number, it seems that just any old box would do. Since I only checked my mail every couple of weeks if I wasn’t expecting mail, I sometimes found urgent, important looking envelopes in my box that had been postmarked a couple of weeks earlier. Insurance notices, stuff from legal offices, government documents, etc. I felt bad that I hadn’t checked my box sooner, but really, I felt that the PO should take some of the blame. Since I generally was picking my mail up in the wee early hours of the morning, I couldn’t catch one of the workers there to talk about this situation. I didn’t send a note to the Postmaster because I was not at all sure it would get there.
We’ve had our number mistakenly listed in a couple of those private membership phone books…you know, the kind of thing that a school or church will put out. We’d get calls for Sally, day in and day out, from different people. We’d finally ask “where’d you get this number?” only to find out that it was from a phone book with HUNDREDS of copies floating around.
And yeah, I get a lot of calls in Spanish. There’s a lot of Hispanics, particularly Mexicans, in our city. We don’t speak much Spanish in our household, mostly just stuff like salsa and frijoles.
And don’t you love those people who call you, you politely tell them it’s a wrong number and they get pissed off and slam the phone down in your ear?
On a few occasions, I’ve gotten phone calls from people who think they are responding to a page. Unfortunately, either the person who paged them entered the number wrong, or else the person responding to the page misdialed. Either way, it’s very surreal to have a phone conversation that starts out like this:
ME: Hello, this is Barry.
CALLER: Yeah, what do you want?
ME: What do you mean, “What do I want”? You called me!
Barry
I occasionally get wrong number calls from drunk guys late at night. Really annoying when it’s 1 in the morning. For a while, I had to start turning the ringer on my phone off when I was getting one of these calls every week, around midnight or 1 in the morning.
The last one went like this:
I pick up the phone and say “Hello”
The guy on the other end say “Hello”
Me (not recognizing the voice): Who is this?
Him: You mean you don’t know who this is?
Me: No. I think you have the wrong number.
Him: What number is this?
Me: I’m not going to give you my number. YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER!
And I hung up. Please. Some strange man calls me, and he thinks I’m going to tell him my phone number. I don’t think so. Sober up before you dial the phone! I think we should install breathalyzers on phones so people can’t dial drunk!
ME
I used to get this all the time. We kept getting calls for Morris Furniture. I eventually figured out that we had the same number, but it was a different area code. We were living in Chicago at the time, so getting the codes confused is easy for people to do – there are so many of them.
I would usually tell them that they had the wrong area code. Mr Elysian would sometimes play around with them, but usually tell them they had the wrong number.
What really killed me were the messages. Our answering machine said plain as day “This is the Elysian residence…” but there were people asking for dates of delivery and stuff.
The worst one: “Eh, Morris Delivery Deparment? This is ***. I wanted my couch delivered on April 3rd. Please don’t deliver it. This is very important. Our house will not be completed by that time, and we will be out of the state for a month. Please hold delivery for one month. That is all.”
I felt so sorry for that poor guy. I can just imagine some really expensive leather couch sitting outside for a month in the wind, rain and tornados.
Morons!
:dubious: Could this be a drug connection? I’m thinking the FBI and/or DEA would be very interested in any suspicious numbers coming from South Florida, that being a rather convenient place to run in drugs from Colombia and Points East.
Maybe someone’s connection’s little black book has gotten a few numbers transposed and now you’re getting some rather interesting messages.
Or, it could be the CIA planning Bay of Pigs Two: Pig Harder.
And to make persistent wrong number-dialers cease and desist: Ask what they’re wearing. Pant. Invent a new fetish and inflict it on the caller.
That’ll either scare off everyone who used to bother you or make your calls a lot more interesting.