I don’t put our actual names on the outgoing message for security reasons - just the phone number. Because I have an extremely common last name, I’ve got three or four different relatives of strangers that think I’m the one they’re looking for b/c they called information and assumed I was the correct “Dooku <commonlastname>.”
It was disturbing at first getting all these strange messages calling me by name - “Yo Dooku - you forgot to cash out your register - call me back.” - but now I gotta admit it’s kinda entertaining.
My favorite was when I came in the door and somebody’s Aunt, who had left several messages in the past, was talking live on the answering machine. I couldn’t resist giving her a little Twilight Zone moment:
“Hello?”
“…so anyway, call-----Dooku?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“It’s your Aunt Penelope!! How are you!!!”
::pregnant pause, followed by deliberately distant creepy voice:: “Aunt Penelope? I’m…sorry…but I’m afraid I don’t know any Aunt Penelope…”
“Oh, Dooku!! It’s Penelope!!”
“I’m sorry…but…I’m afraid I don’t know anyone by that name…”
“Uh…isn’t this Dooku <commonlastname>?”
“…Yes…”
“As in Dooku and Laura?”
“…Well, this is Dooku…but I’m afraid I don’t know anyone named Laura…”
“Is this (415) 555-1111?”
“Yes. Yes it is…”
“…well…I guess I have the wrong number, then…uh…sorry…”
“That’s quite alright. Have a nice evening.”
::phone rings again immediately, I answer in the same vacant voice, she immediately hangs up::
My mother once got a message from a woman who was crying hysterically. “Mary? Mary? Please! I need your help! You’ve got to call me as soon as you get this! I don’t know what to do! Help me please!”
My mother doesn’t know anyone named Mary, and the woman left no number. For the longest time, we wondered who it might have been, and if everything turned out alright, but, of course, we’ll never know.
The beginning of the song “Hambone,” by James Mathus and His Knockdown Society, has what sounds like (but probably isn’t) an actual message left on an answering machine. It’s in a very thick country (not just Southern; I mean country) accent:
(Note: “Ov’ere” is the best representation I can come up with of the elided version of “over there” that you hear sometimes.)