At least they didn’t tell you to leem message.
So. In-joke.
I’m cracking up Una!
If you have her number call the police, if you don’t you may be able to get it by dialing some codes like *69, or you can dial another code that won’t tell you the abusive callers number but the police can access it. If you can get he number, let the caller know that you are calling the police, hang up.
Also you should have a convineent way of turning off the ringers and answering machines.
Why spend money if the phone company will do it for free?
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Back in the day when Commiecast didn’t have broadband service, I had a second unlisted line I used for dial-up access. Even my mom didn’t know about it. Occasionally, it would get a call, and I would typically answer with this:
“Eastside Wrong Number Bureau.”
“Huh?”
“When you dial a wrong number on the east side of Indianapolis, it’s routed to this line.”
(confused) “Oh.” and they usually hung up.
One day, I had some overly macho neanderthal call, and he didn’t like my playfulness.
“What number is this?!?”
“A wrong one.”
“How the hell do you know?”
“Because I pay the bill for this line, and if it rings, it’s a wrong number.”
“WHAT NUMBER IS THIS?!?!?!?”
“Mine, and it’s none of your damned business.” I beat the handset a couple of times on the desk before I slammed it home on the receiver.
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Heh. Reminds me of when I used to answer the phone “Forward Torpedo Room!”
It got to the point that whenever someone called for my roommate (a Civil Engineering major) they’d ask to be transferred to Engineering. 
…maybe
I need a hug.
This is bat-fucking hilarious.
Was it stupid and prosaic, like idiot diaper-suckers would call back repeatedly just to see what the hell was going on, or is there actually a story there?
No big story, people would call back and harass me or leave messages harassing me. So I just stopped answering period and turned off the machine. Everyone who knew me called my work number anyhow, since I traveled on biz so much at the time I was rarely home anyways.
I feel your pain, I used the passive approach for the first 10,000 calls.
Oh god, you think phone numbers are annoying. Some real nice spammer type decided to start using my address as a mask. Now, this is an address I’ve got on my resumes, and I’m job hunting like mad, so I can’t just delete it and move on. So now every couple days I have to deal with thousands of “Mail Server Error: Message ‘See hot naked sluts’ could not be transferred” emails flooding my box.
I got a call from a Caller ID Avenger a couple of years ago. It was around 11:00pm and she said her caller ID listed my number. She wanted to know who I was and why I had called. I told her I hadn’t called. She insisted that I had. We went back and forth for a bit and then she said “You have a sexy voice.” I get that a lot so I said, “I get that a lot.” One thing led to another and we soon were engaging in some serious phone sex. I dropped the phone at the moment of truth and then hung up (if only I could get away so easy after sex in real life). She called back 20 minutes later asking why I hung up on her. I told her I dropped the phone (true) and it broke (not so true). She bought it and gave me her number. When I called a few days later, she denied everything.
And that’s my Caller ID Avenger story.
This is the Major.
I can’t freekin’ believe it! She called back last night. At 2:13 a.m.! I’ve been willing to believe that the Avenger is stupid, has a palsy that affects her ability to dial, and/or has dyslexia that prevents her from reading phone numbers correctly, but I have now changed my mind.
The Caller ID Avenger is a paranoid wingnut with some serious pysychological problems. I guess I’ll have to contact the phone company with my complaint.
Damn it. I need my sleep!
cj
Unreal.
She’s a super freak.
[sub]And now I want to be phone buddies with Una and Dragonblink 'cause they sound like so much fun!!![/sub]
If this is true (i.e. truer than your “phone breaking” bit), this is like the coolest fucking story ever.
Ahem. No pun intended.
Hehe, if they stayed on the line, I’d have pulled the phone away from my mouth and yelled over my shoulder to some imaginary person, “#5, roll the response team and get a solid trace on this line!”, then hang up.
I’ve done this before:
Them: “Did you just dial this number?”
Me: “Yes”
Them: “Why?”
Me: “I was seeing who called me. Your number showed up on my caller ID”
Them, confused: “But, I never called you”
Me, indignant: “You just did!”
Them, more confused: “What?”
You’d be surprised at how long a conversation like this could go on for.
If this is true, we should become phone buddies. 
[beatles] all the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where doo they all belong? [/beatles]