My phone rang today. I looked at the number. The number was in-state but out of town. Do I know anybody there? I thought to myself.
Nope, I answered.
I let it go to voicemail.
As soon as my phone beeped I listened to the message.
“Honey,” the male voice said, “I’m returning your phone call but, um, I guess you’re not answering. If it’s real important call back and I’ll try and call you back, ok? Love you, bye.”
Hmm, I thought, that message is odd on so many levels.
I know my memory is playing tricks on me but I think I would have remembered a few important key factors.
One, do I have a honey?
Two, was I trying to get a hold of said honey?
Three, is there something urgent I need to share?
To the best of my knowledge (granted, sometimes I’m the last to know) I could answer NO to each question.
I played the message for my officemate. She giggled. “If he’s returning a phone call, how did he get the wrong one?”
I shrugged my shoulders. We couldn’t even hypothesize to give him the benefit of the doubt. It made no sense.
My bleeding heart got the best of me. I didn’t want to leave him hanging thinking he left a message for honey. I text him back. My officemate couldn’t believe what I wrote. She imagined his face became very red. I did not receive an answer.
What would you have done?
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Haha! 😆 Poor guy!! But I love your response, I’d probably have said something along those lines! Lets hope his red face has recovered now.
I get a variety of calls on my home phone line, as I am one digit different from a local theatre in the city where I live and also a sandwich company. So the messages left on my answer-phone range from, asking if tickets are available for certain shows, to lengthy orders for buffet lunches!! Some of the information callers leave is a lot more than I would care to leave – when they are going out, when they’ll be back home, I’m amazed they don’t leave their credit card numbers! 🙂
I think the funniest one I ever had was very, very posh elderly lady. I answered the phone in my usual hello, and there was a long pause on the other end. And then she demanded very loudly with some disgust in her voice, “WHO IS THAT!!” I said “Well, you are the one calling me dear, WHO EXACTLY ARE YOU!” Another pause, and then she said very slow but unsure of it, “Maybe I have the wrong number.” I said, “Yes – I expect you have!” And she hung up! I’m guessing she might have thought I was her husbands secret affair, or maybe her sons secret girlfriend! I shall never know, but it certainly provided me with the laugh for the day!! 😀
Of course I’m a real careful dialler, and I never do anything like that! 😉
That’s a great wrong number story 🙂
The only other one I can remember is I received some texts for awhile. Unfortunately at all hours of the night. I finally ended that. But I’m kinda sorry I did. Sure, the hours were inconvenient but the short stories provided more excitement than my dull life usually sees.
I imagine you could have fun with the sandwich orders. And especially the movie times. “Yes, Casablanca starts at 7:02…” think anyone would catch on? 😉
I like this! 🙂
Thanks 🙂