Wrong number

[valis2]

My cell phone just rang. I picked it up and said "Hello?"

A guy on the other end said in a very cranky voice..."What're you doin'?!" in the tone you generally reserve for people who are supposed to be meeting you but are very very late.

"Uh..."

Pause. "Is this Wendy?"

"No."

"Oh, sorry, I have the wrong number."

Poor Wendy. She's probably online too.

Comments

[katazhena.livejournal.com]

How funny! Last week my cell phone rang at work, I dash like mad to unlock my drawer where I keep my purse. When I answer it, some woman started speaking Spanish. I told her she had the wrong number. Two minutes later, cell phone rings again. Same woman. I tell her she's got the wrong number *again*. The third time it rang, I didn't even bother answering... perhaps if I knew how to say "wrong number" in Spanish, there wouldn't have been three calls! :)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

When I worked at Waldenhell this older man called. He said "I'd like to hear about that shed on sale for $299.99."
"Sir, we don't sell sheds. This is Waldenbooks."
"It's right here in your advertisement!"
"No, this is a bookstore."
After several minutes of arguing, the bookseller finally convinced him that he had misdialed, and that he needed to try calling again.
The phone rang, and he immediately launched into wanting this shed. She explained that he'd accidentally dialed the wrong number again, and he got angry, saying that the shed was on sale and we had to offer it to him at that price. After ten minutes she finally got through to him and explained that he could not call that number again, that we were a bookstore, and he had to look up the correct number.
The phone rings again, and the man becomes enraged this time when she explains that we are a bookstore, and finally she says, "Oh, you're right. The shed is $299.99. Someone will drop it by your house later this evening." He said "Thank you," and hung up.

He never did call back.

[katazhena.livejournal.com]

Sounds similar to something my husband does. Our phone number and the phone number of a Chinese restaurant are similar. After so many calls at inconvenient times, my husband just started accepting orders... :)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Ha! Bet they're sad when their Woo Dip Harr never shows...

I used to date a guy whose phone number used to be the phone number to a volunteer fire station. Now those were some difficult calls, and at all times of the day and night. Some people don't bother to update their emergency numbers.

[katazhena.livejournal.com]

That certainly doesn't sound like a very good situation for the former boyfriend (or for you when visiting him!)... and, of course, changing phone numbers is *much* easier said than done.