I was at a meeting today and needed some information from the Internet. I don’t own a cell phone, so I borrowed one from a friend and dialed the house. The voice on the other end sounded strange, but hey! it’s a cell phone. What do you expect?
“This is your wife. I need you to look up something for me.”
“Who is this?”
“Your wife. You know, that lady you used to date.”
“Um, ma’am, I have no idea who you are.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear, and looked at it. Our phone number ends with a 9. The number I had punched in ended with a 6. I just hope that poor man didn’t have to explain that conversation to anybody.
Speaking of misdialing, several years ago I received two or three increasingly irate calls from an elderly gentleman, asking for his daughter. Our area has two exchanges – 676 and 679 – and after the third call from this man, practically insisting I was holding his daughter hostage, I tried calling our number, but with the other exchange. Lo, and behold, there was “Jessica”! I explained that her dad was looking for her, and what had happened. We had a good laugh, and I never heard from him again.
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