Wrong Number.

[FGB]

The Telephone rang and I answered.

"Hello!"

"Um, Who am I speaking to?"

"This is Garvin Bridges and I'm in Lufkin Texas."

"I'm sorry I was calling the Attorney Generals office!"

"Hm. They haven't offered me THAT job yet!"

("laughter) "WOW! I better not send you my updated resume then!"


(chuckling) "No ma'am not a good ideal! You have a good day now!"

"Thank you, Goodbye!"

"Goodbye"

My life is so weird....
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I hope she gets whatever job she is applying for.

 

[sexy_skittles]

I got a text during one of the holidays, "Happy Holidays, I love you sooooo much and I can't wait to leave *presumably husband's name* to be with you! At least you know how to use it!" I texted back that it's the wrong number, she was all upset and started rage texting me, thinking I was her lover, completely going off spouting all this stuff about boob jobs and sleeping with her sister!! As i sat there not believing this chick so I finally called the number and was like, "Hi! This is clearly a females voice and not His! Maybe you should memorize your lovers number so you don't end up rage texting someone you don't even know while spilling all your secrets. Apparently someone didn't read 'How To Cheat on Your Husband 101', Happy Holidays!!!" And promptly died laughing. I've had other wrong numbers, but that was the best. Jerry Springer shouldn't have quit his day job!

 

[FGB]

Years ago I received a wrong number call sometime long after midnight. I could tell it was a black woman probably under thirty. She liked the sound of my voice so she called right back a couple of times and was sexing me up. Well, my wife at the time, who was awake and giving me a death glare because she could hear both sides of the conversation wasn't amused, even if I was!

 

[Noor]

Years ago, I had a number very much like a local bar's and I would get calls asking if someone was in the bar or what the hours were.

One night I got a very drunk guy who said he was too drunk to drive home and needed me, his wife to pick him up. He apologized profusely and told me he was at that bar. I explained he had the wrong number and he told me "oh don't be like that honey, just come get me" I told him to have some coffee and try calling back when he was a bit more sober, hoping that he would actually call his home.

This went on a couple more times for the next few hours, when I finally told him I was too tired, did he have enough money for a cab, he said yes so I said "Then you take a cab!". He said ok and that was the last I heard from him.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[Que]

There is a famous restaurant that is the oldest surviving (non-native) structure in the Valley, I think. They have never accepted reservations from when they were a stage stop and an inn that served meals.

My grandparent's phone number was the same with the last two digits inverted. Grandpa loved to cheerfully take reservations when people would call him.