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...someone calls your house at a ridiculously early hour of the day because they can't dial their doctor's number properly and then don't freakin' apologize!

 

6.30 am

 

Phone: RIIIIIIIINGG! RIIIIIIING!!!

 

Me: (tripping over cat as I reach the phone, thinking that something terrible must have happened if some idiot is calling at this hour) OW! Hello?

 

Moron on phone: Is this Dr. (mumble mumble)

 

Me: The doctor is on 555- 5556. This is 5557.

 

Moron: This isn't Dr. (mumble mumble)?

 

Me: (astonished at stupidity, but still polite) I'm sorry, as I said, this is not the Doctor's office. You have the wrong number.

 

Moron: click!

 

No apology, nothing! And there's no point going back to sleep for 45 minutes.

 

:mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

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dammit i hate that. Worse still when they just stop themselves short of abusing you.

 

i got a call to my mobile asking 'is that BLAAAAH [name incomprehensible]'

 

'er.. no.... i think you've got the...'

 

'blaaaaaaah is that blaaaaaaaah?'

 

'no .. you've got the ...'

 

'well where's blaaaaaaaah????'

 

'idon'tknowthisisthewrongnumber!!!!!'

 

[hang up]

 

:mad: :mad: :mad:

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A couple of weeks ago I picked up the phone early on a weekend morning (in my role as gigging musician, most friends and family know not to bother calling the house before noon on the weekends).

 

I picked up the phone and a clearly distraught man mutters "I just got a call from the hospital. She's not expected to last the day so I'm calling everyone."

 

I come back with "That's terrible. Who is it?". He said some name I couldn't make out so he repeated himself.

 

Turned out it was a wrong number. I felt really badly for the guy, actually. Now he needs to spread the bad news twice.

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The worst is when your telephone number gets sold on a direct-marketing list as a Fax number. It's so comforting to have your phone wake you up at 3:00 AM, and then to know that it's going to retry 5 times in the next 10 minutes.

 

:mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:

 

It sorta makes me mad when that happens.

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Lately on the mobile I've been getting ppl who want to argue with me. NO LIE, it has happened three times.

 

Me "Hello"

 

caller "Who is this?"

 

"uh.. Ron who is this?"

 

"Is Steve there?"

 

"No, I think you have the wrong #"

 

"Oh whatever put Steve on"

 

"This isn't his phone"

 

"WHO is this?!"

 

"THIS IS RON, THIS IS NOT STEVE, I DON"T KNOW STEVES #"

 

"Whatever, quit messing with me and put Steve on!?"

 

dumbfounded

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Originally posted by VSpaceBoy

Lately on the mobile I've been getting ppl who want to argue with me. NO LIE, it has happened three times.


Me "Hello"


caller "Who is this?"


"uh.. Ron who is this?"


"Is Steve there?"


"No, I think you have the wrong #"


"Oh whatever put Steve on"


"This isn't his phone"


"
WHO
is this?!"


"THIS IS RON, THIS IS NOT STEVE, I DON"T KNOW STEVES #"


"Whatever, quit messing with me and put Steve on!?"


dumbfounded

 

 

My last cell number was one digit off from another guy with my same name. So my dad would routinely get my number wrong and call the other guy and argue with him, thinking it was me playing a joke. You'd think he'd learn after a few times.

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Originally posted by Godot

The worst is when your telephone number gets sold on a direct-marketing list as a Fax number. It's so comforting to have your phone wake you up at 3:00 AM, and then to know that it's going to retry 5 times in the next 10 minutes.

 

 

ARGH!! We get this all the time. Not only is our phone number one digit off the Dr's office, it also apparently once belonged to a business fax that is on about a billion fax spam lists. We're getting it changed on Thursday and I can't bloody wait.

 

Re people arguing with you - I once had some random guy in Liverpool texting me thanking me for the lovely evening. I foolishly texted back saying that he had the wrong number, and he kept insisting I was some girl named Louise. Finally I said, "Look mate, you obviously got given a bogus number, she's not interested." Then he texts back saying "so what's your name? are you a woman?" (Erm...). When I didn't respond he sent this text saying "Okay, you got me, there is no Louise, I'm just lonely." The bastard texted me continuously for two days until I finally responded saying that I'd given his number to the cops.

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Guys, dial *69. It's worth the coupla bucks the phone company will charge you. Call the guy back, let him know you know his phone number, type his phone number into Google and get a map to his house, spraypaint his door, kidnap his dog, let the air out of his tires, pee on his roses, shove a potato up his tailpipe, call him every weekend to let him know how your gig went, call him at suppertime and ask for his daughter, take flash photos through his bedroom window at 11:30 pm, order anchovy pizzas to his address, have his driveway repaved, have the sodders tear up his lawn, order him a whole bunch of magazine subscriptions to Prison Life, write "asshole" with weed killer across his front yard, etc.

 

The reason this world is rapidly filling up with assholes is that we let them get away with it. I have the added advantage of access to C4 explosives, but you get the idea.

 

I'm only sorta kidding.

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My joe job is midnight guy at a qwikee mart. One night I was working , the phone rings-

 

me- Qwikee mart

 

him- mumble mumble mimble ings

 

me-excuse me?

 

him -mumble mumble mimble ings

 

Me- one more time

 

him mumble mumble mimble ings!!

 

Me- Slower. I can't understand you

 

him- CAN AH GIT SOME CHICKEN WANGS!!

 

me-... um...yeah sure, how many?

 

him- twenny.

 

Me- ok got it. thanks.

 

him- whats mah order number?

 

me-562

 

him- 62. ok. I'll pick em up in tweny minutes.

 

 

Now, skeep in mind this is a convenience store not a take out joint. I established that when I answered. I bet he was awful pissed when he went to get his wings. :D

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From "Ruthless People" - Danny DeVito answers the phone, only to find it's someone looking for 'Debbie'

 

"Hello. Debbie? Yeah, she's here, but she can't talk now. My d**k's in her mouth. She'll call you back when I'm through."

 

Then, after hanging up, he turns to a policeman and says, "I love wrong numbers!"

 

Something to consider the next time you get a wrong number...

 

peace,

Tim from Jersey

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When I lived in Tucson a few years ago my number must have been previously used by a business called "Desert Paint and Fence". So every now and again the phone would ring and I'd pick it up and it would be someone trying to call them. So just for the hell of it, once I answered:

 

RINGGGG

 

Me: "Desert Paint and Fence"

 

Guy: "Yeah, I need to get some chain link fencing, blah blah blah"

 

Me: "Well, I'm sorry because we're all out of that stuff"

 

Guy: "Damn! When will you have it in stock?"

 

Me: "We won't. We're not carrying it anymore"

 

Guy" Damn! What am I supposed to do? Does anyone else carry it?"

 

Me: "Sorry, can't help you there".

 

I stopped doing that when one time it was my grandmother calling and I had a hell of a time explaining to her why I answered "Desert Paint and Fence".

 

For the phone spammers, I'm on the do not call lists, and generally get very little solicitors. However, once in a while one gets through and this is how it goes:

 

RINNGGG

 

Me: "Hello?"

 

Them: "May I speak to Carla Winkler?"

 

Me: "We're on the national 'do not call' list. So maybe you'd better put us on your 'do not call list' so that you avoid breaking the law"

 

Them: "Yes sir. Please be aware that sometimes it takes up to 90 days to..." CLICK

 

Me: hanging up.

 

-Karl

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Originally posted by karlw


RINNGGG


Me: "Hello?"


Them: "May I speak to Carla Winkler?"


 

 

Sometimes it's also fun to say "Just a minute" and then put the phone down and continue with your business. Every minute you hang them on the line they're running up expenses AND they aren't calling someone else. I've had them wait on the line more than 20 minutes.

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Originally posted by zookie



Sometimes it's also fun to say "Just a minute" and then put the phone down and continue with your business. Every minute you hang them on the line they're running up expenses AND they aren't calling someone else. I've had them wait on the line more than 20 minutes.

 

 

I do this with telemarketers all the time. Once, I put the phone down, made dinner, took a shower and was about to go out for the night when I realized the phone was still off the hook. I picked it up and heard their call center in the background. Mind you this was about an hour and a half after she called. I said, "hello?" Her response? "Oh, I thought you hung up." Uh, yeah right. I thought it was pretty funny, but I just hung up on her after that.

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Has anyone ever heard of Tom Mabe? He's a comedian that records conversations that he has with Telemarketers. It's freaking hillarious!! http://www.tommabe.com/

 

In one of them a telemarketer called to sell funeral services (or caskets or something like that) so he pretended to be contemplating suicide and made it even sound like he was making a strong plea for help. The telemarketer, after a short hesitation, tried to get him to buy into the services before committing suicide so that "his loved ones won't be burdened with the expense of a new casket (or whatever)."

 

In another a telemarketer called and he repeatedly hit a pipe with a hammer (clink, clink) while subtly describing pipe bomb building steps. Eventually the sound of an explosion came through and he said to the telemarketer "oh no, uh ... I have to go now."

 

On his second cd, he went to a telemarketers convention and called them at like 3 am and tried to sell them stuff.

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Originally posted by brassic

...someone calls your house at a ridiculously early hour of the day because they can't dial their doctor's number properly and then don't freakin' apologize!


6.30 am


Phone:
RIIIIIIIINGG! RIIIIIIING!!!


Me:
(tripping over cat as I reach the phone, thinking that something terrible must have happened if some idiot is calling at this hour)
OW! Hello?


Moron on phone: Is this Dr. (mumble mumble)


Me: The doctor is on 555- 5556. This is 5557.


Moron: This isn't Dr. (mumble mumble)?


Me:
(astonished at stupidity, but still polite)
I'm sorry, as I said, this is not the Doctor's office. You have the wrong number.


Moron:
click!


No apology, nothing! And there's no point going back to sleep for 45 minutes.


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That's why you get caller ID and call those {censored}ers back and click on them.

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