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Wrong NumberOne of the things I hate the most is getting wrong number calls on my cell phone. As you all know from past posts how I feel about the whole phone thing. The land line I never answer, because it is either not for me, or a telemarketer, and I have no desire to talk to someone I don't know, and literally only three people have the number for my cell so when I do get a voice mail or when the phone does ring, I expect it is going to be someone I know.But I have a cursed number, it seems I am frequently getting wrong number calls, and it seems often to be from the same people, but they usually all end up in voice mail, thankfully for me, because I rarely have my phone on.
Well today I had to actually speak to the person who had been calling my phone, and I think I cam off either as a total Bitch or just a complete crazy person (which should at least make sure he never calls again) though that was not really my intent, I just don't like dealing with the phone thing or other people.
I had just sent a text to my dearly beloved, which was the only reason why my phone was on, when I got a call, and the number was not one I knew so I was half-tempted to just ignore it, but I figured if it was the one who has been calling me I can tell them once and for all they had the wrong number.
So I answer the phone but then because I am not use to answering a phone, and because I knew it wasn't someone I knew, I didn't say anything, I was just waiting for them to speak, and when they didn't say anything I just hung up because I didn't want to deal with it. Well of course the phone rings again right after, and I once more contemplate ignoring them but finally answer, again to remain mute, until they did finally speak and wanted to know if Manuel was home, and I told them this was the wrong number, and they then asked me is this ***-**** (sorry not giving out my number) and well honestly I didn't know my cell number off the top of my head, because I don't call myself, and I never use my number for anything, so to myself I was thinking hmmm is that my number? Well I had it written down and I went to look it up and mean time I said nothing to them because I wasn't going to say "I don't know if that is my number or not" and so they presumed I had not heard them and asked again, and it took me a couple more seconds before I found my number, and well it was the one they gave me. So I responded. "Yes it is but his is not Manuel's phone and never has been."
9:26 PM - 7/22/2009 - post comment
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