Our phone number is one digit off from a supermarket near us. I’ve taken to telling people who call looking for the supermarket what the right number is.
The strangest wrong number I’ve gotten had nothing to do with that, though. Someone called and left a lengthy message on my machine about a car accident he’d supposedly been involved in with me. Of course, the person he thought he was leaving a message for (he did at least leave the name) was someone I’ve never heard of, driving a kind of car I don’t own. I tried to call back and tell him about the mistake, but ended up having to leave a message on his answering machine. I wondered if it was just a wrong number, or if the guy involved in the accident gave a fake number that happened to be mine.
A few months ago some guy called me one morning and stayed on the phone for a good 10 minutes, I suppose honestly thinking I was some girl he’d slept with once. I kept saying he had the wrong number and I had no idea who he was, and that I would certainly know about it if I’d slept with him, but he kept consistent with the “come on now, don’t be coy” sort of attitude.
He kept asking things like “so, gettin’ ready for work? Didja just get out of the shower?” I just answered his more reasonable questions in anusement. Finally I said I had to go as I was getting on the bus for work. It was hilarious. I should have played along for a while, but it was too early.
A few weeks later I heard what I think was the same voice asking for a Paul (sorry, this number’s no longer his) and later, a Tammie (sorry, no one like that around here). Hopefully that’s that. Do people really talk to their one-nighters like that?
I had a fun wrong-number caller once.
Me: Hello?
Guy: I have the wrong number, don’t I?
Me: Well, that depends on who you’re trying to call.
Guy: I’m looking for my granddaughter.
Me: Oh. Well, that’s not me.* Sorry!
Guy: Say, do you mind if I ask where I accidentally called?
Me: I’m in Minnesota.
Guy: Minnesota?! I’m in New York! I’ve never been to Minnesota. Is it snowing there?
Me, looking out window: Actually yeah, it is.
Guy: That’s so great! Well, you have a nice day!
Me: Hey, you too!
*Both of my grandfathers are deceased.
Another time I got home from work and checked the machine. There were about five messages on there from the same guy, looking for Grace. He said the same thing on every message: “Hi, Grace? This is Don. I need you to give me a call. My number is XXX-XXXX.” As I was going through the many messages he’d left, he called again. Fortunately this time I was home to answer so the poor guy didn’t have to keep wondering why Grace wasn’t calling him back.
I don’t understand what this sentence means, but had you just moved in? Maybe the place was some kind of wild party spot before you moved in and the guy was really popular with all of the residents.