But this is the number they GAVE ME!!!!11~!!eleventyone
Inspired by this post I bring to you my own wrong number tale. Fortunately, I was at home when this happened, so I didn't have to be nice. :P
Me: Innocent householder
CRN: Called wrong number, won't admit it
Phone: my poor, innocent telephone
PHCRN: Potential husband, of CRN
Phone: *ring**ring*
Me: Hello!
CRN: Ah - hello? Hello?
Me: Hello, who's calling?
CRN: Is this M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, I'm sorry you have the wrong number.
CRN: *disbelieving* This isn't M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. We've gotten calls for them before, so you've probably just switched a couple of numbers. *having spent a great deal of time at a previous job answering the phone, politeness is now ingrained*
CRN: But this is the number they gave me!
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're not M****** Motorsports. You've dialed the wrong number.
CRN: *speaking veerry sloowwwlly* But this. Is. The. Number. They. Gave. Me.
Me: *getting irritated* I understand that you think this is the number they gave you, but this is a private residence. You've dialed the wrong number.
CRN: *wailing* But this is the number they gave me! I didn't dial it wrong, I know I didn't!
Me: Ma'am. You did dial it wrong. This is not M****** Motorsports. This is a private residence. It's a home.
CRN: I want to speak to your supervisor!
Me: I AM the supervisor, this is a private residence!
CRN: *reads off a number which is, indeed, my phone number* That's the number they gave me! *there is no way to reproduce in text the whininess with which 'gave me' was pronounced, unless you can imagine a forty-year-old whining like a toddler - oh, wait, you all work in CS, of course you can*
Me: Well, that is my phone number, but this isn't M****** Motorsports. You've copied it down wrong.
CRN: Well, what is the number then?
Me: How should I know? Call Directory Assistance.
CRN: But this is the number they gave me! I didn't copy it down wrong! I didn't dial it wrong!
Me: Well, you certainly dialed it correctly, as that is my phone number, but as this clearly isn't the business you want, you did, in fact, copy it down wrong. This is a private residence, not a sporting goods store.
CRN: *pause* *me imagining I hear wheels creaking* So...you don't have my boat?
Me: *facepalm* Not unless my couch has morphed in to one, in which case, I'm keeping it.
CRN: Oh. *click*
Thirty minutes later, the phone rings again, and I, bracing myself for round 2, pick up.
Me: Hello!
PHCRN: You got our boat?
Me: *strangling motions* No.
PHCRN: This ain't M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, you have the wrong number.
PHCRN: *slam!*
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Me: Innocent householder
CRN: Called wrong number, won't admit it
Phone: my poor, innocent telephone
PHCRN: Potential husband, of CRN
Phone: *ring**ring*
Me: Hello!
CRN: Ah - hello? Hello?
Me: Hello, who's calling?
CRN: Is this M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, I'm sorry you have the wrong number.
CRN: *disbelieving* This isn't M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. We've gotten calls for them before, so you've probably just switched a couple of numbers. *having spent a great deal of time at a previous job answering the phone, politeness is now ingrained*
CRN: But this is the number they gave me!
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're not M****** Motorsports. You've dialed the wrong number.
CRN: *speaking veerry sloowwwlly* But this. Is. The. Number. They. Gave. Me.
Me: *getting irritated* I understand that you think this is the number they gave you, but this is a private residence. You've dialed the wrong number.
CRN: *wailing* But this is the number they gave me! I didn't dial it wrong, I know I didn't!
Me: Ma'am. You did dial it wrong. This is not M****** Motorsports. This is a private residence. It's a home.
CRN: I want to speak to your supervisor!
Me: I AM the supervisor, this is a private residence!
CRN: *reads off a number which is, indeed, my phone number* That's the number they gave me! *there is no way to reproduce in text the whininess with which 'gave me' was pronounced, unless you can imagine a forty-year-old whining like a toddler - oh, wait, you all work in CS, of course you can*
Me: Well, that is my phone number, but this isn't M****** Motorsports. You've copied it down wrong.
CRN: Well, what is the number then?
Me: How should I know? Call Directory Assistance.
CRN: But this is the number they gave me! I didn't copy it down wrong! I didn't dial it wrong!
Me: Well, you certainly dialed it correctly, as that is my phone number, but as this clearly isn't the business you want, you did, in fact, copy it down wrong. This is a private residence, not a sporting goods store.
CRN: *pause* *me imagining I hear wheels creaking* So...you don't have my boat?
Me: *facepalm* Not unless my couch has morphed in to one, in which case, I'm keeping it.
CRN: Oh. *click*
Thirty minutes later, the phone rings again, and I, bracing myself for round 2, pick up.
Me: Hello!
PHCRN: You got our boat?
Me: *strangling motions* No.
PHCRN: This ain't M****** Motorsports?
Me: No, you have the wrong number.
PHCRN: *slam!*
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