Harlow? Wrong numbah? 5/11/2008
I was at home when the phone rang. The house phone that is. It’s a number that only 1 person knows. Well, actually, 2 other organisations know my home number. The phone company, and the pizza place up the road. However, the number is only known to 1 individual. And it rang this evening, so I picked the phone up, expecting to find a familiar voice on the other side of the line.
I said, “Hello?”
And was rather surprised to have a female voice going, in surprise, “WHAT? WHO IS THIS?”
I then replied, “well, it’s me, and this is an unlisted number, so I guess you must have missdialed.”
The voice on the other side then says (very rudely, I might add), “WHO IS THAT? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? WHAT NUMBER IS THIS?”
I replied, in a civil tone, “I think you may have dialled a wrong number.”
I then got this screeching harridan from hell screaming down the phone at me, “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”
I kept my cool, somewhat, and replied, this time in a rather clipped tone, saying that whomsoever she wanted to speak to was obviously not there, and this was a private number, unlisted, and she must have dialled a wrong number.
She then said, “What is your number?”
I replied, “Fuck off. No way in hell I’m going to tell you that. Thank you. Have a nice day.”
And put the phone down.
I walked away from the phone, picked up my book, sat down, and resumed reading.
At the same time reflecting that one of these days, I really should make the effort to remember exactly what my house phone number is.
- Posted in : General
- Author : thesnark
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LOL.
eh snark, you can always dial your cell, and find out…
unless you’ve forgotten that number too?
Jeyadev : Strangely enough …
Do you remember your house address?
Ziniac : Sure I do. Wait, let me go find an empty pizza box.
Well, lucky you ain’t Girl Friday calling ?!
All this while you’ve messaged me on chat and never once incline to tell me you’re blogging again.
How could you.