Remember this phone call?Last night, this old lady called me on my cell phone and was really mad because, apparently, I had her brother's number. As in, she called her brother's number, and got me. I confirmed that she had indeed dialed
my number. I said, I'm very sorry, but that has been my number for more than two years and your brother is not here.
She got quite irate and hung up on me. She called again immediately, and I let it go to voicemail so she could get additional data, as in, MY voicemail message. She called an additional two times, I did not answer.
I note that this call was from the 252 area code. I am pretty sure I have gotten other calls from that area code where the caller did not leave a message. I wish I could get the guy's actual number, so the next time I pick up one of those, I could just tell the caller the problem.
Still. What is it with people? They call, you pick up, they say that you are not supposed to pick up. Like somehow I have somehow tampered with the laws of physics, or perhaps just the US phone system to aquire use of a phone number not my own...
All I can say is, CJ, when those really rude Holiday Inn people call, I think you should make them a "reservation" get their credit card numbers, and go on a shopping spree.