And I missed it!
I went to St. Pete this morning to pick up a book for school, and when I came back, there was a message on my machine:
::recorded voice::
An inmate in the Hillsborough County jail system, work release center is calling. If you wish to accept the charges for this call press 7…"
Actually, I got this same message two days ago as well. ::looking around:: No, none of my friends are missing, so I don’t know who it could be. Kinda creepy.
funny, i don’t remember calling…
Relax, I’ll call ya back as soon as I finish filing through this link.
Well, the scary thing is, this call is coming from some kind of work release center. Is this dude gonna show up on my doorstep one day?
I wouldn’t worry too much, Michi. It’s prolly just some con who can’t remember Momma’s phone number. I get these calls on my voice mail at work at least once a year. Nobody’s ever come by later to help me with my paperwork, though.
Hey Michi, are you ever gonna accept my phone calls?
You may wish to preserve the tape (or memory chip; never make assumptions about tech levels) and notify the Hillsborough County work-release center that they should do some surveillance of their clients. It would help if this message is not brought by you personally, but rather by a gentleman with shoulder-length hair who stands at least 6’ 5" tall, appears (and smells) as though he has not bathed in recent times, and is wearing sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and a leather vest. At a work-release center, this has the added advantage of blending in unnoticeably.
This assumes, of course, that you do not suddenly remember that you agreed with your sister that, “An inmate in the Hillsborough County jail system, work release center is calling…” would be the code phrase that allowed her to tell you, “The baby finally came, and it’s just fine!” without actually incurring the charges inherent in a long-distance call.
(Disclaimer: this post has not been made from the Hillsborough County work release center, and there is no charge for reading it, regardless of whether you press “7”.)
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My phone bill was for about a dollar more than usual. When I checked the bill, I found out that there was a charge for a 3rd party call. Seeing as it’s the “phone company” and they don’t need any more of my money than they already receive I called to explain that it was an erroneous charge.
I explained to the woman that I hadn’t made any third party calls last month and I certainly hadn’t received any. Then the conversation got irritating.
“Perhaps you accepted the call and don’t remember. Are you sure that you didn’t accept this call.”
“The the call was made at 2:30 in the morning. I was at home and asleep. The phone didn’t ring at that hour.”
“Are you sure?”
“Mam, it was 2:30 in the morning. I’m always home at 2:30 in the morning. And unless there’s a Red Dwarf marathon on PBS, I’m asleep. There was no Red Dward marathon so I was asleep. And I didn’t get woken up by a phone call at 2:30 in the morning”
“Perhaps someone else in your household accepted the call. Does anyone else live with you?”
“Yes Mam. My wife lives with me.”
“Perhaps she accepted the call.”
“No Mam. It couldn’t have been her. She was asleep, too. If the phone had rung it would have woken us both.”
“Does anyone else live in your house? Perhaps one of your kids accepted the call?”
“Mam. We don’t have any children, we don’t have roommates, we didn’t have visitors last month. And if we HAD had any of those things, the phone next to the bed would have rung. It didn’t ring. I didn’t get woken up. Noone in my house accepted this call.”
“Well… Are you sure…”
“Mam, please check the calling phone number. Where did the call originate?”
“Well I guess we could check… just a second… That number is the Leon County Jail. Did you accept a phone call from the Jail?”
Laughing hysterically I responded, “Mam, I was non arrested that night and neither was my wife. I don’t know of anyone that I know being arrested that night. I did not accept a third party charge that night. If you really want to charge someone this dollar, why don’t you call the jail and have then check their logs to see who made a call at 2:30 in the morning. Then you’ll have your money and you can file additional charges for fraud.”
At that point I hung up. I wish that I had the conversation on tape!!!
Sounds like my husband with a wig! Outside of the hair, it describes him perfectly!
Someday I’ll tell you guys about my friend who, as an telephone operator, got in a spat with John Gotti over a jailhouse phone call.
Zette
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*Originally posted by Zette *
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You wanna go halves on a life insurance policy for your soon-to-be-former friend? 
I wouldn’t worry about it too much, though checking out the work release center couldn’t hurt. Wierd phone calls can really freak you out, though. Or rather, they freak me out, and I’m extrapolating.
Of course, if it turns out that it’s a tall 35 year old with slender build, gentle dark eyes, and slightly graying hair, who’s been forced to spend the last 15 years in prison to protect the woman he loved, who betrayed him at the first oppertunity, and has been obsessed with you since he saw you in passing just for a moment on the street when you were 17, and is now finally free to seek you out, but is too shy to talk to you face to face, your actions are best left to personal morality. Though I would suggest at LEAST getting to know him before he takes his own life in dispair.
Damn. I have GOT to cut down on the shojo. This is getting really bad.
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“Who is this mystrious stranger, with pecs like melons, and knees of fringe?”
No, it was the heir (a JFK Jr. lookalike) to the oil tycoon who is just completing his 30 days of community service resulting from his conviction for illegally disposing of the waste from his 150-foot yacht inside the 12 mile limit. (It was actually the fault of one of the cabin boys who had accidentally pulled the wrong lever when doing the laundry. The cabin boy was distracted because he had just received word that his wife had gone into early labor with twins. Mr. Heir had immediately ordered the boat to return to port so the cabin boy could fly home to be with his wife. When the ship was halted by the Coast Guard, Mr. Heir had gallantly stated that he had been the one that had done the dumping rather than the cabin boy.)
Mr. Heir went to high school with Michi, but he had been was too shy to talk to her. Still, he has often thought of her. While picking up trash alongside the highway, he decided he would finally muster up the courage to call the one person he had always wanted to get to know better.
Alas, Michi wasn’t home, so he had his chauffeur drive him back to the yacht basin where he again set sail on an Atlantic crossing back to the Mediterranean where he owns his own island off the coast of Spain. There, inside his palacio, he’ll sit and sip cognac and wonder what life would’ve been like if only Michi had been home to take his call.
You know, with my luck it was EXACTLY that, Rysdad.
Michi, you scared me there for a second!
Yeah, Omni, just like you did with the “I’m Getting Married” thread.
Don’t worry, even if it is another 10 years before I meet you, I am sure I will still be single.