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You, know, Rilch, I’ve been toying around with starting a thread about how much drugs cost. I don’t partake in any illegal merriment (except the occasional speeding) and I don’t know anyone who does (at least, I don’t think I do). I’m curious, though. I thought a dime bag was ten bucks and a nickel bag was five bucks. I have no clue what’s actually in said bags…marijuana, I imagine.
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The phone number I grew up with (still my parents’ number, as a matter of fact) used to be one digit off from our local fire department’s number (their non-emergency line, obviously). We’d get probably 20 wrong calls a year or so, and then the fire department’s number must have changed, because the calls stopped.
One more reason to be glad that we have 911. Can you imagine if emergency services had regular numbers?
“My house is on fire!”
“The fire department’s number ends in 1454, not 1453. Sorry.”
Silly woman she shoulda known better than to piss off Death.
Don’t blame her one bit for not leeming a message!
Apparently our number is similiar to or once was a patent attorneys office. So now, after innumerable calls describing the great invention of the future, my machine says This is NOT a patent attorneys office…hasn’t stopped the fax machines from leaving messages.
Before that can happen, we need 11 threads asking what the phrase leems. Then, we need 27 threads leeming the phrase as gratuitously as possible. Then we need 59 threads about how stupid it is to go around leeming all the time, followed by begging people to stop. This will ensure it never dies. Unless the Internet dies first. But the Internet would never leem me, so the plan should work. It is good that leem has already had it’s dog burned. That may speed the process up.
DaLovin’ Dj
Huh, there is in this town. And that’s Canadian.
My only story about this is that when I worked for the transit company, my extension was 4505. The area code for suburban Montreal is 450. I must have gotten between three and ten wrong numbers every day I worked there. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DIAL 9 FIRST!
My number is one off from the city park and we get calls all the friggin time. I had one call where the moron asked what time we closed? I said you have the wrong number. So then he asks ME do you know when they close? Idiot.
Also here at work our number is being given out by 411 for a doctors office. It must be a Spanish doctor cause those are the types of people calling our office. I can’t tell you how many times they call and just start speaking in spanish. I say you have the wrong number and then they insist on talking to somone that speaks spansih. I tell them again they have the wrong number and sometimes they will ask me for the doctors number. I tell them I don’t know they have the wrong number and then they want to argue with me that 411 gave them this number. I just hang up on them. I’m sick of it!
Please don’t. It’ll just get closed.
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“Was” being the operative word. 
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Yes. That’s about all I can safely say.
I get calls all the time (although after four years of having this phone number, much fewer now than years ago) wanting a certain factory. For about a year, I had a message on my machine like the one Lamia’s friend had, except with factory substituted in for free clinic and without my name on there. That caused even more problems, because people calling me wouldn’t bother listening to the message and wouldn’t leave a message because they thought I was the factory. :smack:
One time, the factory advertised a job in the paper and put my phone number instead of the factory phone number. I was deluged with calls inquiring about the position.
I won’t even start with the wrong number phone calls at work. So far I’ve had pissed-off callers calling in Spanish that insist that we are calling them repeatedly at work and people looking for a financial business called Swindoll. (That one always gets a chuckle out of the cubemates. Oh, the temptation to put them on speakerphone.)
I don’t see that commenting on the valuation of illegal substances is a violation of the agreement.
I guess black market economies differ from place to place.
As far as I know, Vancouver still has honest-to-goodness $10 CDN dime-bags – 1g for herb, .1g for dirty pharmaceuticals, give-or-take a bit of weight (okay, just take, really,) for “skimming.”
At least, this was the state of affairs around the turn of the millenium – maybe there’s been a huge shakeup since then, but somehow I doubt it.
Actually, I’m an RCMP narc trying to lure dirty junkies to our fair city with the promise of economical poison in order to keep my quota up, and this frank admission is all part of a cunning plan to mess with their heads and put them off their game. So all you paranoid cokeheads & whatnot should all just stay home, okay?
And those calls sure sound like a coupla crackheads to me. (No idea whatsoever what crack goes for, though.)
A 1920’s style death-leem would’ve solved the problem.
Only if Andy knew exactly where to point the thing. Or do death-leems always find their intended target?
Well, yes, you can buy $10 worth of crack.
My phone number is similar to the front desk of a nearby large retirement community. I occasionally get calls asking for “3 North” or “4 West.”
Like many of you have mentioned, the fact that I answer, “Hello” rather than " ***** Retirement Community" doesn’t even matter.
And I’m always surprised at how rude people get when I tell them they have the wrong number. As if it’s my fault they dialed wrong!
I don’t want to change numbers, either. It has a certain cadence to it that makes it easy to remember.
Last year I come home from work and I get a call from my then girlfriend
She has been out of town for a couple of weeks(family thing) and seemed very cold…I asked what the deal was and she said “Bastard! Check your messages!”
So I do(I had the telephone service where you punch in a code and the phone company keeps them for you(girlfriend had my code too))…one of the messages was from a woman who used MY name and was calling to confirm a date “we” were gonna have the next Friday(while my live-in girlfriend was still out of town)
The problem was…I had no idea who she was…I was innocent dammit…I investigated and called the number she had called from according to my caller ID and it was a barber shop…one where guys cut guys hair for $8 a pop…I spoke to the owner and according to HIM there had not been a female of any age in his shop for months not even his wife and he had no idea of who could of used his phone to call me
I never found out how this could happen but she never called back either
BTW It took almost two weeks before my girlfriend calmed down enough to believe me
YOU try to explain how a woman can leave a message on YOUR machine…using YOUR name…that it’s a wrong number
What a nightmare!
:::“Saddle up, sweetie; we’re goin’ to Vancouver! You come too, BIL!”:::
DrDeth: Really? I didn’t know that. (Not that I’m ashamed not to know, of course…)
Damn newspaper delivery boys…
Sounds to me like a practical joke. Perhaps one of your guy friends was doing a falsetto?
I had a number at my last job where if you tried to dial the Department of Fish and Game, which was in a different area code, and forgot to enter the “1” first, you would get me. All of the people who worked there had a number that started with 562-555-1xxx and my number was 562-5551*. Since you don’t need to dial 1 first on a cell, lots of people made that mistake from a land line. I would get 2-3 calls a week. About once a month, people would strongly deny that they forgot the 1 and get into an argument with me. Unbelievable.
Haj
*This is not the real number. Please don’t call it.
Jeff Olsen
I am an over the top private kind of person
Only my ex had my phone number(we were living together at the time)…not friends…not family
So I KNOW it wasn’t one of MY friends…could of been one of hers I guess but if so it was a cruel prank given they all knew she was out of town…also they had no way of being certain she would listen to the message before I did
Most times I keep the ringer off on my phone and just check for messages once or twice a week…damned if I don’t still get messages most weeks…I HATE getting calls
I just moved to where I’m living now around a month ago and the only one who has my number now is my landlord