Tellme I’m not Crazy thank you, thank you, thank you, for that link.
I’ve wanted to get this woman’s CD for a long time. (For my mom)
Oh, Lola, that’s sweet.
I’ve never gotten any from strangers that have stuck out, but my SO, Ramit did from a friend of his. About … a month after we started dating?
This friend rang up on a friday night while we were out, and left a long rambling message that he was moving to a new apartment, was calling people to give them his new contact information, and then gave a basic update on his life with a promise to call back the next week and a request that Ramit should ring him back when he had a moment.
He didn’t leave his new phone number, and the old one didn’t work, so he just kind of faded from contact/memory.
A couple of years later, we started a debate about when exactly we started dating, and decided to backtrack the date using old email messages (as I had left him an answering message with my email address about ten minutes after I asked him out, on the excuse (true, though) that I’d mistakenly given him the wrong number).
As he poured through the emails, he noticed an email from the same answering machine friend, and double clicked it to open it. Another updatey sort of mail, but I noticed that his ‘displayed’ name had both his name and his new phone number in it. We dialled the number, and sure enough, there he was!
He attended our wedding a few short months later.
I’ve been guilty of leaving a few odd messages.
“Hey Lindsay, this is Ben–I mean, wait, hi Ben, this is Lindsay…”
“What? Why did you just hand me the phone? Who am I supposed to be talking to? What? What? Who? Dammit, Margaret!”
And then there was the one time where I had a sneeze attack in the middle of a message.
I’m not a big fan of answering machines.
Well, not exactly a wrong number, more the wrong answerer…
I was house sitting for a friend of mine when the phone rang in the morning, so I crawled out of bed and answered it. It was this mad old woman asking for my friend, she didn’t seem to understand when I said friend was on holiday, and she proceeded to tell me lots of stories about how she lost her knickers in Thailand back in the 30’s… The conversation when on for about 20 minutes before I finally managed to convince her I wasn’t friend, so she then went on another 20 minutes to tell me about how she had to get tailors to make her new knickers in some other part of the world millions of years ago where they had never heard of underwear!
As soon as I mentioned “knickers” to my friend she informed me that it was her mad aunt who used to lock her in the basement!
It was very funny! 