Are pod people technically people though? I mean, I’m a pod person and everyone I know is a pod person. In fact, I always thought that everyone in this country was a pod person. So someone that works at a hotel has not been “improved” yet. We must get this taken care of. GET HIM!
Then, I’ve probably mistaken it for another similar short story which is just one sentence long.
Hey there, sunshine:) Thought you’d gone. [a href=“http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=10155821&postcount=58”]fachverwirrt[/a] showed me the light.
And a big yo to twisty:)
Were there zombies?
I mean, that sounds like the perfect start to a post-Apocalyptic zombie story.
Keep us updated, please.
“Make sure you turn the lights off when you leave.”
I wonder if it is a phone spam designed to get you pay to do a phone look up.
I recently got a call and the voice on the phone recited a phone number. I checked vonage and the number recited was the number that called, but it had no ID.
I then did an internet search and found adverts for phone lookups - for 14.99 I could find out who called. I suspect it was just a way to get me to spend 14.99.
Maybe yours was similar.
Just got the same phone call “You are currently the only person in this country.” What a nice lady, won’t be calling her back…
A Zombie phone call indeed !
It’s actually not that surprising he revived this thread; when I googled that phrase I got 8 results, the top 3 of which were from the SDMB and two from this very thread. If he went looking for an explanation, he’d end up right here.
The only person in the country? Kewl, that makes me President. Time to cut taxes, eliminate the EPA, and nuke Iran.
Don’t nuke Iran. There’s only one guy there.
Well, then, what are the odds you’d actually hit him?
Your SO is breaking up with you. Homer Simpson put it slightly differently when he dictated a dump letter – “Dear Loser, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population - You!”
There are now!
I would have thought it was a broken recording. You are the only person in this country…who will get this fantastic deal on our whatchamacallits.
Give us your credit card number, and we’ll send you all you can ever eat.
You should have entered your passcode on the telephone keypad, responded appropriately to the prompts, and provided your alternate contact number. Then you’d be sitting pretty!
I’m picturing this as your country breaking up with you now. Harsh, dude.