People who phone the wrong number and then actually argue with you about it.
*Phone Rings*
Allo?
ROSIE? Is that you Rose? It’s me, Janice.
No, sorry. I think you’ve got the wrong number.
Oh, have I dear?
Yeah, there’s no Rosie here.
You sure, dear? Hang on, let me get the piece of paper…[What’s that got to do with anything? I am not Rosie, surely that is sufficient?]
You there, dear?
Yes.
See, it says here I want: *reads out number painfully slowly*[*Groan* I know what bloody number you rang, love. IT WAS MINE.]
Is that you, is it?
Yeah, that’s me. But, I’m not Rosie.
Oh, well that’s the number it says to ring. *indignant*[Alright, fair enough, you’ve got me… Rosie is here, she’s hiding in the cupboard under the stairs and has just put me on the blower to sabotage her calls because you’re really getting on her pip. Silly me. Hang on, I’ll just go get her, sorry for the trouble.]
No, sorry–
That’s very strange because that’s the number I’ve got written here.[Janice then calls out to someone else in the room: “Here, Mavis. This isn’t the right number!” You can hear Mavis in the background: “Ohh!” Like — gasp– the scandal!]
Well, I’m afraid I’m not Rosie. Maybe the number’s written down wrong?
Hmmm… So this definitely isn’t the number I want then, dear?
No, I’m sorry.
Oh… Alright then, dear. Sorry about that.
For. Crying. Out. Loud.
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Ah, the people of Britain surpass themselves yet again.
I may have an inkling why Rose played the “switching digits in the phone number trick” on this particular acquaintance!
No no no, it’s worse when they ring back. Three times. And it’s the same conversation every time
A few years ago I had someone text me every so often in a manner akin to a daughter contacting her mother. You’d have though not getting a reply would do it…
Hehe, I like starrynite’s idea, it figures.
Starrynite: I thought the same…
Dan: Tell me about it.
A few of months ago, some London-based bloke named Harry Something-Or-Other must have had new business cards printed. Only they were printed with MY number on, instead of his. I had WEEKS of errant calls and texts aimed at this poxy Harry. It even got to the stage that when people asked for him and I said: “Wrong Number” they replied with: “Ah, yeah — I heard about this problem from so-and-so, he’s obviously handed out the wrong number”. Yeah, mate. And don’t I know about it. Oh, did I laugh.
Charlie: I had a lot of that when I first changed my mobile number (it must’ve been similar to someone else’s). Someone’s Dad kept texting me about meeting him at the airport. I texted back that he had the wrong person. He still carried on regardless.
I would’ve told her to fuck off about halfway through. But then, you’re a better person than I am.
V xx
You obviously have the patience of a saint, I’d have hung up after saying ‘No, sorry. I think you’ve got the wrong number.’
V & Jem: I thinks it’s less to do with patience and Godly traits and more to do with having just too much time on my hands.
We had someone trying to send fax’s to our phone, so we either had the fun of actually answering the phone to get buzzy bleeps in our ears, or buzzy bleep messages on the answer phone. Eventually did re-dial and found out the number and faxed back a very polite but forceful message
Also had about 20 text messages once, one after the other, and when I phoned the number back to go “Oi”, all the bloke could say “but this is the number for the regional area director”. Me: “you’ve got the wrong number and how can you send the same text 20 times”. Unrepentant man: Oh it’s just on redial til I get an answer”.
And then about 2 days later it all happened yet again.
Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh