This morning, I needed to call a co-worker of my husband who also owns a moving company. I need to have some furniture moved to my new house.
His machine picked up. “Hi, this is Lissa,” I said in my perky phone-voice, “I need you to call me back about moving some stuff for us. My number is 555-5555. Love ya much, bye!”
As soon as it came out of my mouth, it hit me what I’d just said. I stood there for long moment with the phone pressed to my ear, my jaw agape. The only answering machines I ever speak to are that of my husband at work and my mom and grandmother’s.
“I, uhh . . . uhh . . . sorry . . . uhhhh,” I said, and just hung up.
Well, at least my message will be memorable, anyway, but I’m so embarassed! Everyone at work will hear about this . . . :smack:
Whoops! Hopefully this story will make you feel better.
My co-worker’s son was pretty little at the time, probably early school age. He often called mom at work when he got home from school. One day, she heard a page over the intercom that Tim, her son, was on the line. She picked it up and said, “How’s my big boy doing today?” Which would have been fine, except it wasn’t Tim at all, it was Jim, one of our bosses!
I think it’s sweet. I read a story (probably here) about someone who dialed a wrong number and the callee said, “That’s okay, I love you anyway.” The caller said it just made their day, so I always respond to wrong numbers that way now.
Well, except for the second time that woman trying to get a taxi called me at 4:30 a.m.
I hate answering machines. I won’t call my friend Margaret unless I absolutely have to because no one in her family picks up the phone–they wait for the machine to get it.
However, the worst thing I ever did was leave the following message on someone’s machine: “Hey Lindsay, this is Ben…” and so on. The only problem is that I am Lindsay and he is Ben. Ugh.
I hope you can live that down! One of the nurses at work did the same thing to one of the Doc’s when taking orders over the phone a while back. It’s been about two years and she still gats teased about it on occasion.
Heh. A few days ago, one of our board members called the office to find out something or other. At the end of her conversation, she said, “Thanks, Daniel–love you! Oh! Um…heh…I thought for a second I was talking to my husband…I mean, I love you too, but that’s not what I meant to say…”
I laughed it off and got off the phone pretty quickly. It was only a little creepy, mostly funny.
I’d say 9 out of 10 phone calls I make are to my girlfriend, and usually end in, “ok baby, talk to you later.” I’ve accidently ended a few calls with my Mom that way too.
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I just got myself a new cell phone, and haven’t given my new number to anyone other than my husband. The other day I was driving in my muffler-impaired car, and the phone rang. I answered, but couldn’t hear him beyond “Hello” so I told him (a little grumpily) that I was driving and couldn’t talk.
A few minutes after hanging up, I remembered (with some alarm) that I had put my cell number in my “Out of office” message because I was telecommuting that day. Panicked, I looked at my Recent Calls list to make sure that it was my husband who had called. And it wasn’t.
Turned out it was my brother. I had forgotten that I’d called his cell the day before, and so my number was on his phone. I started wondering whether I’d ended the convo with “I love you” (which I generally do when talking to my husband) and thinking that if I had, my brother must be thinking I’d hit my head on something.
I get home and talk to my brother. He didn’t say anything about me having said “I love you” so I must not have said it. But he did say (as soon as I walk in the door) "Sheesh, I call to wish you a happy birthday and I get “I’m driving! Call me later!”
I felt so guilty. Not enough to tell him I loved him though
One of my students called me mommy last week. He’s this big, tough football player and everybody heard him. He still gets red in the face every time he speaks to me, poor baby.
