Wrong Number

One morning, at about five, the phone rings and I sleepily answer it. There was this older female voice on the other end, asking me if I was all right. Still fuzzy, I replied, yeah, I'm okay. She then asked if my night had gone okay.

I shook my head and asked who was this? She paused and then said, this isn't Javier, is it?

She apologized and said that she was Javier's mother. Since the conversation had been so weird, I told her that it was okay and went back to sleep.

Then, eighteen hours later, I was getting some beer from the store and the guy behind the counter was wearing a nametag that said Javier. I asked him if his mother had ever been able to get a hold of him. He said yeah and just looked at me.

it took me a few minutes to get this through to him.

"Huh huh. So what do you offer. Can we make a date?"

At first I thought it was really innocent, maybe a business meeting, but as the conversation progressed, I knew what he actually meant.

"Uh, I think you have the wrong number." *click*

And no, I don't know how to transfer calls. (I don't even known my own extention and prefer to keep it that way.)

BLUHBLOOBLEEP

The fingers you have used to dial are too fat. To obtain a special dialing wand, please mash the keypad with your palm now.

Do you have to sit in alphabetical order?

I hope Juanita's ok.

Our first incoming call was in fact for a martial arts centre. Sadly we aren't an official one.

But one day I got the CREEPIEST CALL: an old lady rang up, refused to accept that I wasn't her daughter (in fact didn't even seem to be able to hear me) and kept repeating that she had just come out of the operation. The most logical explanation was that she had died in the operation, was now a GHOST!!!!

The calls always come early, they're always insistent, and they're certainly not believing my 'this person no longer is at this number' excuse.

I've taken to unplugging the phone when I'm not making calls, but if I forget, the calls come at 8am. Always someone angry.

I think they may have sicced a major telemarketer on me as well, because lately I've been getting those automated telemarketing robots calling, too. They, at least, sound cheerful.

The End.

Very weird.

506-226-77647 why did you call my phone and why is your number one digit too long

are you foreign?

leave a message next time please

In HS my friend got a wrong number call when we were at his house, but we made him take turns talking to us for approx. two hours. We decided his name was "Johnny Woody," then we looked him up in the reverse directory and left gifts at his house addressed to Johnny Woody.

So...be careful?

Not so much a wrong number as a wrong text message. The other person's abject apology was pretty funny given what his or her preceding message was.

I got some kind of hooker hookup text message once, kinda lol, kinda o_O

Lordy. Did you bother responding?

In HS my friend got a wrong number call when we were at his house, but we made him take turns talking to us for approx. two hours. We decided his name was "Johnny Woody," then we looked him up in the reverse directory and left gifts at his house addressed to Johnny Woody.

So...be careful?

― Abbott, Tuesday, 26 August 2008 18:53 (2 years ago)

abbott and her crazy stories

how do you keep a random person on the phone for two hours?

reverse previous 2 sentences.

there is always 'we've just overdosed and if we fall asleep we'll all die' [via fight club]

I was on the opposite end of an annoying one once, like I'm a polite wrong dialer, if I wrong dial, I apologize for the inconvenience and immediately depart. But ya know I have to KNOW it was a wrong number to do that.

One time at work, I was asked to call a specific person as we needed to follow up with them about something. So I checked our records, and we did indeed have a number for this person...but not every person kept their records up to date, so sometimes the numbers were wrong.

So I dial, and a woman answers (the call was for a male). I asked her if "so and so" was in, and she said "no". I asked her if she could take a message for him, and she said "ok", and I spent 2 minutes giving her the message, then disconnected.

He doesn't call back, so I try back again a day or two later, and get the same woman. I ask for him, and get told "nobody by that name lives here".

So...wait. I dialed a wrong number two days ago, and instead of you telling me that, you TOOK A MESSAGE FOR SOMEONE WHO DIDN'T LIVE AT YOUR HOUSE?

Ugh.

I find wrong numbers amusing. Sometimes the people sound drunk. Sometimes they ask for someone with a funny name. Sometimes they just start talking to you as if they know you. Comes with living in a large metropolitan area.

We turned on one of our old cell phones so that our six-year-old son could take it along with him when we went on family outings - like, suppose he somehow gets lost at the Air & Space Museum, he knows how to call Mommy and Daddy and we'll come find him. For a while, he was getting incoming calls on a daily basis from sketchy-sounding grown-ups, which obviously had us freaked out a little bit. It turned out that the phone number used to belong to a halfway house.

My dad got a voicemail from an irate black woman looking for some other woman who was sleeping with her man. It was pretty hilarious.

No women live in my house, which is why the voicemail message on my phone saying "Julie. ANSWER. YOUR. FUCKING. PHONE." is hilarious.

best wrong number call I've ever had:

me: Hello
caller: Hi, are you the best mechanic in Montreal?
me: no
caller: ok, bye

Separate from the weird messages I got last night -- ever since I got my iPhone over two years back I have received numerous calls from a Norma, who had the number before I did. It's dropped off over time but they have been a mix of family, friends and bill collectors, including a slew of overseas calls. Most recent one was two weeks ago from another friend and whenever I tell them she hasn't had the number in a while they never seem unduly concerned so perhaps she just regularly changes her number to screw with everyone.

For a Norma, not from, to clear up that point.

Some of them are so damn cheeky - they insist I am who they are looking for. One day I took four consecutive calls from the same woman who was blatantly just hitting redial everytime, demanding to know where her sons bike was.

I was so pissed off I put her through to a colleague who told her that the catalogue company had performed a controlled explosion on the bike and it was being sent through in nineteen seperate packages.

Just want to say how great that story is, I wish I had the chutzpah to do something like that.

dang, got my b's and q's mixed up.

It's pretty though.

Anyroad:

best wrong number call I've ever had:

me: Hello
caller: Hi, are you the best mechanic in Montreal?Hello, can you help me fix my waterworks?
me: no
caller: ok, bye

Sent a slightly personal text (no, not a sext) to the wrong person, now sitting on the bus going bright red for no reason apparent to strangers, which is even more embarrassing.

(also posting about it on the internet out of the slightly weird belief that an embarrassment shared is an embarrassment... reduced, somehow? A weird compulsion but one I'm going through with)