Man who doesn't know me thinks I'm psychic

Telephone conversation I had 5 minutes ago:

ring

Me: Hello

Man: (pause) Um, do I have the wrong number?

Me: It’s hard for me to tell, since I don’t know who you’re trying to call.

Man: (another pause) I have the wrong number.

Me: If you say so.

How the hell should I know if you have a wrong number, ya idjit? The only thing I know about you is that you’re calling long distance but from inside the province, based on my caller ID. Next time, ask if the person you’d like to speak to is available, and I’ll know right away if you’ve got a wrong number, and politely inform you of that fact.

I should have told him, no, he didn’t have the wrong number, and his wife was a really good lay.:stuck_out_tongue:

Had a woman call once, and when I answered the phone there was a moment of silence.

Then… “Uh… [very shakily] Could I speak to… John, please?”

I told her she had the wrong number, to which she replied “Oh thank god!” and hung up.

That might have been what happened to you :wink:

I knew you were going to say that.

ring
“hello?”
“hey what’s up? How’ve you been”
“ah fine I guess who’s this?”
“haha very funny How’s Sara”
“um the crazy girl down the street?”
“Man you better not let her hear you say that about her”
“Why would I care?”
“because if your girlfriend kicked your ass you’d never live it down”
“I think that girl is 16 so it would be highly illegal for me to date her.”
“Look man I know you like to kid around but shit like that isn’t funny”
“Well I’m sure I’ll be laughing about this conversation later anyway.”
“Anyway just making sure you’ll be over at Alex’s tonight”
“I think the odds of that approach zero. But you’re welcome to have fun without me.”
“Yeah well you better show or I’ll kick your ass.”
“Uh huh”
“I’m serious man you’ve ditched us far too often lately”
“Considering I’ve never met you I’d say I’ve probably ditched you all my life”
“You’re getting weird man. You high again?”
“Only on life my friend…only on life”
“Well just remember Alex’s 9. You’ll be there if I have to drag you there by your hair”
“Well I’m sure someone has a surprise in store for them tonight then. Talk to you later” click

No wonder this guy always ditches them. They can’t even figure out how to get ahold of him.

I was the weirdo once.

Once! Haaah!! Hoooo! Ahh, oooh, my aching sides. Anyway . . .

I mean that I was the wrong number weirdo once.

I called my friend D—'s number, or at least the number I had in my cell phone under his name. He had given it to me months (at least) before I’m not a big phone person, so it’s quite possible I had never called it before. Maybe I’d entered wrong, or maybe it was just so old that he’d moved in the meantime and they assigned the number to someone else.

The person who answered the phone said hello, and he sounded just. like. D—. I don’t mean it was a casual similarity. I mean exactly like him, which is quite a trick, because D— has a fairly distinctive accent. So I said, “Hi, D—! How ya doin’? Where did you want to meet for lunch?”

“Uh, I’m not D—,” said the gentleman who sounded exactly like D—.

“Ha, ha, very funny, D—,” I said, thinking this was some lame attempt at humor. D— is not above lame attempts at humor.

“No, seriously, I’m not.” With every word he said, the more I was convinced that this either was D—, or a skilled mimic who had devoted himself to studying D—'s voice.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Uh, is this 555-1234?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I must have the wrong number down, and you sound exactly like my friend D----.”

“Oh. Well, there’s no D— here.” (In case you’re wondering, he still sounds exactly like D----.)

“Wow, that’s weird. You sound just like him.”

“Uh-huh.” He sounds just like D— sounds when he’s finding someone or something tedious.

“Er, yes, well, I’m sorry to have disturbed you. Thanks.”

click

We then successfully called the actual D— using the number in my husband’s cell phone, and arranged to meet for lunch. Surreal.

Me: “Hello?”

Them: “Hey, are you coming in today or what?”

Me: ??? (I’m unemployed so Them quite obviously has the wrong number)

Them: “You were supposed to be in at (some time)”

Me: “Uh… Who’s this?”

Them: “Who do you think this is? So are you coming in or not?”

Me: “Who are you looking for?”

Them: “YOU! You need to get to work by (some time)”

Me: “So who is this?”

Them: “WHO DO YOU THINK THIS IS???”

Me: "I don’t think yo—

Them: “Well, if you don’t think you must be pretty stupid!” <click>

Me: :confused:

Oh we’ve had some doozies before. Our number is almost the same as a local business. This one gets me laughing everytime.

Me: Hello
Caller: Is this Sunrise Ridge?
Me: No, it’s hell on the hill. How may I help you?

Let me set the scene on this next one. Brother in-law was mauled by a pit bull on new years day. Main damage was to his arms. So we are at home wondering how the surgery went. It was serious stuff and were not able to be there due to my FIL who we couldn’t take to the hospital. So we were the appointed ones to stay with him. Anyway my other half is trying to find out information on what was going on with his brother. So he tried numerous times to call and see how the surgery went. I got irate and decided to pick up the other phone and find out where the confusion was. The man he was talking to was foreign and hard to understand to begin with.

Hubby: He’s suppose to be in room #225
Dude: Oh, there’s nobody in here.
Me: He’s in surgery.
Dude (thought I was a voice from the great beyond): Did you hear that?
Hubby (very irritated with me by that time and talking thru clenched teeth): Yes I did, that is my wife who won’t hang the other damn phone up. Would you just hang the phone up now. :mad:
Dude: Oh, you want me to hang the phone up? :confused:
Hubby: No dude, I don’t want you to hang the phone up I was talking to my wife. I’m trying to find out where my brother is :rolleyes:

By this time I had hung the phone up and I am speeding out the front door to go have a smoke. Very pissed that I had been talked to like a little kid. I pass hubby who is still on the phone and I’m yelling “You might as well hang up, you ain’t gonna get no information out of him”. Dude heard me in the background and he hung up. :smiley:

ring

You: Hello

Me: Is the person I’d like to speak to available?

Loop: Hello?
Idjit:…Yeah?
Loop: Huh?
Idjit: How ya doin’?
Loop: Sorry?
Idjit: How ya DOIN’?
Loop: I’m…fine? I’m sorry, who am I speaking with?
Idjit: Wheah’s Pete?
Loop: Pete?
Idjit: Pete! Wheah’s Pete?
Loop: Uh, you’ve got the wrong number.
Idjit: Who is this?
Loop: I’m sorry, there’s no Pete here.
Idjit: Pete ain’t theah?
Loop: …Uhhh, you have the wrong number.
Idjit: Is this (617) 555-6969?
Loop: Um, yeah, it is…?
Idjit: Who’m I talkin’ to?
Loopy: I’m Loopy.
Idjit: When’ll Pete be back?
Loopy: Sir, there is no Pete here. There never was. There must be a mistake or something. That is my number, but there’s no Pete here, and no Pete ever lived here, to my knowledge.
Idjit: Well, Pete gave me his numbah, and this was it.
Loopy: Well, I think Pete was mistaken.
Idjit: Oh he was, hah?
Loopy: Look, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to ask Pete for his real number. Goodbye.
Idjit: Listen, you tell Pete I wanna talk to him. You tell him that.
Loopy: Goodbye.
Idjit: Yeah, say hi to Pete for me.
<click>

my favourite (and this happens about twice a week here in the office).

ring
Dangergene: ‘hello, Gene speaking.’
Caller: ‘hi is Ahmed there?’
Dangergene: ‘No, sorry, he’s stepped out, can I take a message?’
Caller: ‘no, it’s ok, I’ll call back.’
Dangergene: ‘how do you know when he’ll be back?’
Caller: ‘uh… it’s ok, I’ll call back.’
Dangergene: ‘o…k…’ (imagining magical forces at work determining when Ahmed will return) ‘cool. b-bye.’

and without fail they will call back within half an hour and refuse to leave a message again! Which leaves me with this message for Joe,
Dangergene: ‘Joe, some guy called for you’.
Joe: ‘yeah? who?’
Dangergene: ‘he wouldn’t say’
Joe: ‘well what did he sound like?’
Dangergene: ‘psychic’

I’m told this is cos the callers don’t want to be a hassle, so they don’t trouble you to take their message. For some reason it’s ok to call four or five times bothering me with inanities, but it would be a hassle to call once and leave a damn message! YE-ARGH!

ring ring
Is this the party with which I’m speaking?

We’re expats, so when locals call they hear the accent and want to know us. I was really bad in the beginning when our language skills were more limited. (You can usually understand more than you can speak.)

Us: Hello?
Them: Is Ali there?
Us: No, no Ali.
Them: Where is he?
Us: He no live here. This our house.
Them: Did he move?
Us: No, this our number. We new.
Them: When will Ali be back?
Us: No Ali. This other number. This our house. This no Ali house.
Them: Where are you from?
Us: Not here (if we say “American” or “English” they always want us to give them lessons, and then how do you explain politely that you don’t want to? Next they’ll be asking us to come to their houses for tea, which is sweet (the offer, I mean), but no thanks)
Them: (after a lot more prying into who we are)No Ali?
Us: No, no Ali
Them: click

It’s the abrupt ending that always gets me. Oh, and the fact that they’ll call back at least 3 times in one day, still looking for Ali, before they get the hint that it’s the wrong number.