We still get phone calls for the woman who lived in our place before us, a year and a half ago. Which is scary as well as annoying, because I know from working for the police that she and her boyfriend were mixed up in some dodgy stuff.
And at work I regularly pick up the phone and reel off my "good morning, the Isaac Newton Institute..." speech, only to be told I'm Ashford Borough Council, or asked if I can arrange a massage or something.
Lol - this reminds me of when we first moved into our house and got our number. A lawyer called me one day and wanted to get in touch with Kim Smith (or whoever). I told him that he had the wrong number.
He acted like I was lying to him. "Well, if you SEE Kim, can you tell her I have very important information on her case?"
Me: Dude. You don't understand. This isn't Kim's number. Him: But if you see her... Me: Not gonna happen. Him: Well if you DO, can you tell her I need to talk to her? Me: It's not her number. Him: I appreciate what you're doing for Kim, but just give her the message and my number, okay?
*facepalm*
He called for like 2 more weeks before he finally got the clue.
I swear my cell phone number was for a former drug dealer or something. I used to get calls at ALL hours of the day and night asking for Tyrell. Um, obviously, I'm the furthest thing in the universe from Tyrell. Took a couple of months for it to stop. Frustrating.
On a completely different note, I meant to comment on your post in regard to getting feedback on your ms as you go along instead of waiting until it is completely finished. Thank you for posting that. I thought I was the only one who preferred to do it that way. :D
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Sometimes its more fun when you're the one who dials the wrong number. My hubby did that on Mother's Day. He called his sister and started to have a conversation with her, until he got to the part about teasing her about being drunk. Then she hung up. He realized he wasn't talking to his sister. When I checked the number with him (I have her number), we found out he called her old number. He called the person back (of course they didn't answer) and apologized to them through voicemail.
And then there's the ever popular. "I'm calling for you, but I can't pronounce your name or quite remember what your name is"
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And at work I regularly pick up the phone and reel off my "good morning, the Isaac Newton Institute..." speech, only to be told I'm Ashford Borough Council, or asked if I can arrange a massage or something.
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He acted like I was lying to him. "Well, if you SEE Kim, can you tell her I have very important information on her case?"
Me: Dude. You don't understand. This isn't Kim's number.
Him: But if you see her...
Me: Not gonna happen.
Him: Well if you DO, can you tell her I need to talk to her?
Me: It's not her number.
Him: I appreciate what you're doing for Kim, but just give her the message and my number, okay?
*facepalm*
He called for like 2 more weeks before he finally got the clue.
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On a completely different note, I meant to comment on your post in regard to getting feedback on your ms as you go along instead of waiting until it is completely finished. Thank you for posting that. I thought I was the only one who preferred to do it that way. :D
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And then there's the ever popular. "I'm calling for you, but I can't pronounce your name or quite remember what your name is"
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