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Each message got progressively angrier. I kept ignoring them because I didn't care. One day he called while I was home. I answered the phone and was greeted with a lot of profanity and threats. I told him that I wouldn't do anything about his garage door and told him to go fuck himself. He then informed me that he was going to show up at my business and kick my ass.
I told him that he might need to bring a couple of friends and I hung up the phone. I wish I could have seen how that meeting went. Back when I was a teenager there was a person that would call the home phone about times in a week for 4 years. Every time they would ask something that sounded like "mister dye-uh-lee-ic? It was not a recording because the emphasis would change, sometimes there would be more words that we couldn't understand. Hundreds of times we told them it was the wrong number, I think maybe a few times we tried to see if we could mess with them No one I knew could have imitated that voice.
On another note, one time we got a phone call left on the message machine that no one in the household recognized the voice of. But what is to touch lightly? This, my friend, is the eternal question burning. Oh and a third incident that would occur when picking up the home phone to call someone.
Instead of a standard dial done we would sometimes hear " That happened a lot. I think maybe your phone lines might have gotten crossed with the Devil. You should try calling him and asking him if he ever got any random calls that didn't have anything to do with selling souls or begging not to be thrown into eternal damnation. I got a call from the FBI saying they would be at my house in 15 to 20 minutes for a few questions. I asked why, assuming it was horseshit, they said they had questions. About 15 min they arrived at my house looking for person X.
Person X was the person I bought the home from. They asked if I had any proof and if they could go inside. I said I had proof I would go get it for them and they could wait outside. They did try to give me shit about not letting them in my house, but quit when I said that I have the right to have them wait outside and that I was being helpful by getting the contract for them. You know how you can tell if someone is really fat just by their voice? Like their vocal chords are being compressed a little?
I answered a call from an unknown number yesterday, and I hear one deep and labored breath, followed by a petulant gurgling baritone sigh. They said one thing in a southern sounding voice: I got a call from a middle school kid who told me to "stop talking shit or he would make me regret it.
My wife kept getting calls on her phone from some lady looking to buy a yellow lab from a litter that were ready to be sold. We've never had a yellow lab, or had a dog that had any puppies or had advertised anything simlar to that. After a week of telling her she had the wrong number, I answered the phone. A pipe broke and the puppies drowned. About once a week I get a wrong number from some old woman who doesn't seem to understand the social conventions of using the phone.
I pick it up saying "Hello? I also don't understand why she keeps calling me when she knows it's the wrong number. You should say "yeah, sounds great. Oh, can you bring me over a toilet brush? Eventually, the people she's visiting will think she's crazy and have her committed. No more phone calls. This one's a little sad. Back in middle or high school I answered the phone and the woman on the other end started crying and told me she was being abused and needed help. I was scared and confused and told her she had the wrong number.
Later, I felt really bad about not saying something sympathetic. I also checked the caller ID and saw she was calling from out of state, where the area code was one digit off from mine. So apparently my parent's home phone number is the same as a support line in another state. I was in 8th grade at the time and had gotten my first cellphone. Got a collection agency call for an STD and pregnancy check once a couple years back that had been apparently unpaid for a long, long time.
It was really funny. What , what happened! The hooker , she dead. Oh no Bernard not again! Few years ago I got a really random phone call from a girl I didn't know. Turns out that she had meant to call someone else but had got me by accident because she had got my number from me 6 months previous at a social function. We chatted for a while and ended up as fwb soon after. Considering how out of the blue that was and that we didn't remember each other id say that worked out nicely.
I had a woman ring my doorbell asking for a girl called Emily. Next day i got a call on my mobile asking for Emily. Turns out Emily was selling something online and gave my number and address. Never found out who "Emily" actually was. I got broken up with once. This gIrl named Catherine called me and said that she doesn't want to be with me.
She told me I was a great guy she just didn't want a relationship. It was pretty concise I told her my name was James and I was single and then she hung up. I wonder if she ever broke up with Mark.. When my sister was thirteen she used to get calls from a debt collector.
We have no idea how they got her number. Luckily they stopped calling her after my dad answered the phone and told them to piss off. You Mario's bitch, then. I'm sorry I believe you have the wrong number. I don't know any Paul's or Elisha's. Well actually I was the wrong number calling. A girl gave me this number the proceeding night and I decided to call her instead of just texting her. After some minutes of building up my courage I finally called and said something suave like "What's up it's the cute guy from last night". But when instead of a sweet, feminine voice I heard a grunting frenchman on the other side of the line I immediately burst out laughing.
I was at my parents' house and my mom came upstairs and asked me why I hadn't come down to help her. I forget what she wanted help with. I asked what she was talking about, and she told me that she'd just called my cell phone and said " my name , come down here and help me with something. We laughed and wondered about whoever was on the other end of the call. Later, I looked up the number on a reverse-number search and it was somebody with the same first name as me.
I told her about it a couple of weeks later and she had me repeat the name and got really quiet. It turns out that a few days after she'd called him, the guy had killed his wife and daughter then had a running shootout with police before crashing his car and being shot to death by the cops. He was in the final shootout right in front of where my mom worked. A few weeks ago I got a call on my cell phone from one of our lines at work i know most of the numbers by heart, sadly. It was my dispatcher, who was calling a customer and misdialed to my cell number somehow.
Both of us were so confused Not me but my dad received a phone call from a guy looking for his brother with almost the same name, who lived in our town, the guy started out yelling and cussing my dad out, until my dad convinced him he wasn't his brother. The guy apologizes and tells my dad he hasn't seen or spoken with his brother for years, 30 in fact, and so my dad ends up talking to him for about an hour straight.
It was the day that I got my cell phone and my phone number ended with the digits The guy at the cell phone place asked if it was okay because some people did not want in their number. I said that I didn't care because at least it would be easy to remember. Later that day I was shopping and didn't notice my phone going off in my pocket.
I received a voicemail from someone who wrote me a song about gay anal sex. He was playing a guitar and everything. It turns out that spells "homo". It was weird and delightful at the same time. I think it may have been the guy from the cell phone place because he seemed oddly excited when I said I was okay with taking that number.
She had my number and knew my name despite the fact that I had no idea who she was. This is one of the classic moments in my career that gets laughs from co-workers to this day. I got a new cell phone number a couple years ago. The rookie proceeded to battle hard to other objections as the deal was qualified at a value of his entire YEAR of quota. On a whim, he answered, and was amazed to find he was talking to his dispatcher.
Had some guy call me at 10pm at night while I was half asleep, he had a slightly comical asian accent so I wasn't sure if it was a prank or not. He told me that I was the guy he met at the club last night with the sexy eyes. I have had people tell me I have sexy eyes before but I wasn't old enough to go to a club at this point so I was very confused. After working out that it wasn't a prank I told him he had the wrong number and I hung up on him. Then he called me again the next night at the same time while I was in a similar state of semi-consciousness to repeat the story and ask why I hung up on him after leading him on at the club.
I had to explain that I was in a completely different state than him and someone had clearly given him the wrong number. He called again on the third night but this time I didn't answer, it was very strange that he didn't get the hint after the 1st or even 2nd call. Not a single call but a bunch. We HAD to get a landline with our cable internet and it rings all the time.
Fortunately its a very soft non abrasive ring becuase it rings about 20 times a day. The weird thing is it is literally never for the same person. I got a good one. I work IT for a medium size business and I also sit right next to a giant canon printer that we also send faxes from. One afternoon something dialed us It was a phone sex line calling our fax machine. So as Im in my office the printer rings then picks up and I hear "Looking for some hot phone sex action our filthy sluts will get you rock hard One time I got a message from an unknown number and it was creepy as fuck.
I wrote back and asked if there was some mistake and what has vanished but I never got an answer. When I was a kid back in the 80s my parents changed our phone number for some reason. The new phone number was ONE digit off from the local pizza place We'd get calls from people at night trying to place an order for pizzas. After about a year of this my dad got sick of it and asked the phone company to change it again.
If that happened to me, I'd be getting a lot of credit card numbers and a lot of people would be without pizza. I was only 7 or 8 at the time, I didn't have that kind of intellect. From what I understand, my dad started "taking their orders," just to teach them a lesson, but that usually ended up with people calling back an hour later yelling about how they hadn't gotten their pizza yet. Still a bit mind-boggling that they'd call the wrong number twice in a row. I'm sure the pizza place got calls about missing orders they never got.
About two years ago i was getting phone calls from the same number looked up the country code it was from kenya. They averaged anywhere between calls a day, morning, afternoon, 3 AM for about 3 weeks. I kept telling them it was the wrong number and to stop calling. I just figured they didnt understand me. Then one day they called and left a voicemail they left many when i didnt answer or ignored the call , didnt understand much of what was said except for "you call here asshole.
That was the last time they called At first I thought it was maybe a dumb prank by a friend but I asked people I know and nobody I know would even try a prank that stupid. I had some drunk girl call me and talk to me about how she was bitten by a dog. I missed the call but did get a voicemail from some lady with a Philly area code I'm right outside of the city and I heard her yelling at her husband at first about what he should wear to a wedding they were going to.
I'm not sure what happened but all of a sudden she just starts saying "You can wear jeans baby. Baby where whatever you want you can wear jeans". I was out of town at a conference and answered a strange number because I thought it might be someone I had met. After I say, "hello? I didn't have the heart to interrupt her, so I let her do it. I told her she had the wrong number and she asked if it was my birthday because chance because she was aiming to sing to her niece.
I said no, but I hope she has a happy birthday, and we hung up. Not a call but I got a text from someone congratulating me on my baby and how happy they were to be a great grandma. Kind of late to the party but a couple weeks ago I got a text at 6 in the morning from a number I didn't recognize. After going back and forth trying to figure out who it was still had no idea, but based off the pictures she sent me, she is a stripper.
She had my number and knew my name despite the fact that I had no idea who she was. Luckily my wife thought it was hilarious. Over the course of years an old lady has apparently saved her daughters phone number as my parents. We have no idea who this woman is, but for years she would leave long, trailing voicemails about how Donna really needs to call mean old grandma because they had fallen out of touch. If we answered, often times she would apologize then call us back immediately.
I think the calls stopped a few years ago, but it was always strange to come home to pleading messages from someone else's mother. Some elderly lady called our apartment one night sounding slightly distressed asking to speak to someone. They asked by first and last name, but I'm blanking on what the name was now. I explained to her that they don't live here, you have the wrong number, she thanked me and hung up. A few minutes later she called back and in the same tone of voice asked to speak to the same person by first and last name again.
I explained to her she still had the same number and it wasn't right. A few minutes later she called back again asking to speak to the same person. This went on about ten times or so. I began to suspect something wasn't right, or that she had alzheimers or something. I looked up the name she was asking for in the phone book, called her, and asked her if she had an elderly relative by old lady's name from caller ID , she did. I told her what had been happening, and that she might want to call that relative. No idea what happened after that but the elderly relative stopped calling me.
I got a call from an elementary school teacher that left me a message about "my son" and how he was causing trouble at lunch by sitting alone instead of with the other kids. She told me that it's been getting him in trouble and if it happens again further disciplinary action will have to take place. I am not sure what was weirder, the idiotic reason for disciplining a child or the fact that she still left the message after hearing my voicemail message saying my name.
Then there is one that has been happening for a long time now. It wasn't only phone calls, but also texts. Some guy that I have never heard of has been giving out my number for the past few years. At first I started getting texts from random numbers saying things like "Hey ; " and other things like that.
I would ask them who they were and I would get responses like "It's me random girl's name we met at the bus stop. This dude was giving out my number to girls that he was hitting on. Most of the time when I would tell them they had the wrong number, they would just stop texting me, but every once in a while I would get a girl that would get really angry that I "didn't remember her. Then things got more intense.
I started getting calls from his parole officer, attorney and his credit card companies. That was really annoying. Back in April I was on a trip with my parents. I fell asleep and was awoken by a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. A young sounding gentleman was on the other end, and he was asking me if I was Julian.
I told him no, that he had the wrong number. He persisted, but I reiterated. He was beginning to get slightly irate, and demanding to know who I was. Few side notes; he might have been slightly intoxicated. There wasn't a slur to voice that I noticed, but his demeanor had the air of somebody marginally under the influence. It should also be noted that I love to fuck with wrong numbers.
I don't do it too often, but occasionally I get up to some hijinks. I would also like to say that I don't like to give out my real name. So, I have about two dozen aliases. I was also half asleep. I responded that I was Esquire Williamson the third. I also begin speaking in what I could only describe as a vaquero voice, but without the Spanish inflection.
Remember the half asleep part. He, understandably, called bullshit. I responded something along the lines of, "How dare you, sir! Esquire Williamson the third is many things, but not a liar. He kept calling me a liar, and demanding my true name.
I was having too much fun to quit now. So, I responded, "How dare you, sir! Esquire is a family name! My father was uhh Apparently, that convinced him. Further lending credibility to my assertion that he was a little tipsy. After that he just wanted to know if I knew a Julian, or somehow had access to his phone. I was attempting to do a most interesting man on earth impression but it came out muddled. It was something like. I don't always drink Dos Equis meant to say beer, but I fucked up. I had to pause here because I couldn't revert. Not sure if this counts but I once was texting a buddy about a new years party, being sure to go into detail about the drugs, alcohol, and lack of parental supervision.
I received a call a little bit later from a women who had been "disturbed" by the things I had texted to her. Turns out I had the wrong number and accidentally invited this women to a big new years party. When I was 12 I had some guy call me and leave me a voicemail for Dave, asking if this Dave was free "for a sale" this weekend. I work at a pizza place that specifies we're a pizza joint in the name as it's a smaller company. Once at work a guy called up and started asking me about our lumber, the prices, and if we also have stains.
I tried to explain to him that he mistakenly called a pizza place and that I had no idea what he was talking about. He sounded pretty disgruntled and didn't understand why I couldn't answer his questions but hung up soon after. I was left just looking at my boss like, what just happened?
And went about my day all kinds of thrown off. When I was in 7th grade, the local rescue services called me repeatedly for 2 hours because they thought I was giving birth on the side of the road somewhere. I didn't know until I got out of school and saw that I had about 30 missed calls along with 16 voicemails.
I'm very upset with you Me: I then hang up thinking its just a prank call she calls back Her: For about a 6 month period, I would repeatedly get phone calls from a man with a heavy Spanish accent, who was very upset and asking for a promotion. I would tell him I was not his boss, but he seemed keen on the fact that he had the right number. When I stopped answering, he would leave me voicemails saying the same things over and over.
I eventually had to change my number. While I was in 6th I moved to a different school, and a few months after I moved I received a call from an unknown number, and I answered and figured out he called the wrong number, but I couldn't get over how familiar sounding his voice was, so I asked him if it was who I thought it was, let's say "Connor" and he said yes and we talked briefly for a few minutes about our schools and then I never spoke to him again I still find this coincidence very interesting to this day.
I once got a call from someone in prison, he asked for tammy at which point i told him he had the wrong number. I suspected it was "the one phone call" he got and i felt pretty bad that he ended up using it on a wrong number. About a year ago, I got a call in the middle of the night from a number that had the same area code as me I was at school, out of state at the time.
I picked up and this kid is screaming and cursing at me about whatever he thought I did to his friend. I was like "Dude, you go the wrong number! I repeated myself a couple times until he was finished with a "Fuck you! I couple minutes later, I got a text apologizing because he realized he actually did have the wrong number. I used to get calls in the middle of the night for the fantastic cars I was selling. Once it was a matching set of Silver Shadows, another was for a rare Jaguar. It turned out that my number was printed in Hemings Motor News by mistake.
I should have just asked for cash deposits! Every 3 - 4 weeks for about 6 years i would get a phone call from an elderly black woman who would ask for Charles. At first i tried being helpful, sometimes she would apologize and hang up other times she wouldn't believe me that i was not in fact Charles or that i was hiding him. Then i progressed to pretending to BE Charles, not to torment her but out of boredom and curiosity of how far i could take it, also to try and learn who she was and why she needed to speak to Charles.
When I first got my cell phone, I kept getting calls in Spanish for some guy named Simone. I had to learn how to say "no es numero correcto" so they'd stop calling. More recently I've been getting phone calls in Spanish from some number. They hang up soon after finding out I speak English and not Spanish.
I see a phone number with my area code, so I pick it up knowing that it is probably no one I know, but, hey, it could be my boss or something, right? The caller doesn't even let me say hello. He immediately begins rambling on in Spanish I can catch a few phrases here and there - thanks high school! I quickly butt in, with a, "Um, hello? May I ask who's calling? Use of this site constitutes acceptance of our User Agreement and Privacy Policy. Log in or sign up in seconds. Filter posts by subject: Please use spoiler tags to hide spoilers.
Welcome to Reddit, the front page of the internet. Become a Redditor and subscribe to one of thousands of communities. Want to add to the discussion? This went on for a few more weeks until: Just got out of the shower. Do you still have contact? We both said have a great life and hung up. Maybe I was talking to you.
And it kinda makes your wife sound like Liam Neeson in Taken. They were looking for a Daniel, and when I told them they had the wrong number they said "It's Jim, tell Daniel he needs to finalize getting us the tee time for us at the course by Thursday or it'll be all booked up and our trip will be for nothing" and I was like "I have no idea who Daniel is, if he needs to do something for you you should probably call the right number" After the fourth time I recognized the number and picked up. I bet Steve does too.
What if it was her dad. She would be dead. But i'm okay with that. So one year I decided to play along. He never called back. Hey, are you going to come back here, where did you go? Um, the Dylan you fucked last night. You have the wrong number. You put your number in my phone yourself. Sorry, it wasn't me.. I can't believe this. That was me I'm serious, did this happen in Minnesota around ?
Louisiana a couple years ago. My name is Josh, her name is Lina and I'm lying my ass off! I was beginning to worry. She started screaming at me about how I knew him, I was fucking him, how she was sitting outside my house and she was going to "cut me up" I felt sorry for the unknowing person she meant to call. Probably the wrong one as well. Bell calling to ask you out. I think you have the wrong number. This isn't Piazza hut? This is a US Navy Warship.
He said he was in jail and thought I was his mom. Hey sexy thing Me: I said hey sexy bitch! How about we get up to fuckin tonight. At this point I was scared my mom was cheating on my dad or something until he went RAD: Wait this is Carla right? This isn't - Some ladie's phone number? Uh no problem RAD: Give your mom my number, will you?
And then he hung up I decided to check it, and from it I was able to pick out: Honestly the strangest thing that had ever happened on my phone. I didnt even know my car had its own phone number. Somebody teach me how to make my returns stay formatted Edit x2: I received one that went like this: People looking for weed are very polite.
People who want me to strip, not so much. I'm going to hell. Sorry to hear about that man" "Don't worry about it, have a good one" "Yep you too" Awkward as hell. But nobody ever believes me. I got a copy of the my home purchase contract they said thanks and left. Then just "God damnit Charlise. One of my biggest regrets in life is not playing along and having some fun with that phone call. She never called back. Then they called again. I don't know any Paul's or Elisha's X: Makes me wonder if it used to be a crack house or soemthing.
I probably got a message from a hitman who forgot the number of his client A friend of mine travelled all the way from Portugal to see me but mislaid my address. He actually knocked at the door of my flat saying: Leaving the underground as he 'd managed to recall the name of the right station, Porte de Neuilly I asked a lady passing by if she, by any chance, knew a certain Monsieur Melo She just happened to be the 'concierge' of the building Kennedy was elected to Congress in Abraham Lincoln was elected President in Kennedy was elected President in The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters.
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Both names comprise fifteen letters. Booth ran from the theatre and was caught in a warehouse. Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theatre. Booth and Oswald were both assassinated before their trials. A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland. A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe. S Whibley, Ryton UK During the s, my grandmother lost her wedding ring whilst digging in her garden on her 40th birthday.
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A truck driver offers to take him, but says he should go in the back of the truck saying that there is another hitchhiker.
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One day he tried to play at a course recommended to him by a friend. As it was a weekday he assumed that the course wouldn't be booked. He therefore turned up at the course and was told that the club championship was happening that day, but that as he had made an effort, if he started at the 10th he could play holes followed by holes without holding up or affecting the members play. My Uncle therefore started at the 10th and was met by the Club pro.
The Club pro, who couldn't enter the club championship as it was for members only, then offered to play the round with my Uncle and show him the course. Well, after talking it turns out that the club pro was my uncle's cousin but the families had lost contact when they were both about 5 or so, when my uncle's cousin's family moved to Sweden. Amazed by the coincidence they agreed to meet for dinner.
The club pro suggested my uncle swing by pun intended to his for a meal so gave his address. It was two doors away from where my uncle had just brought his apartment. David Breach, Edinburgh, Scotland In early I stopped William Hartston in the street and asked him to be the first person to read through a list of some 30 coincidences I had experienced.
Whilst doing so he had what he regarded as the strongest coincidence of his life. By the same taxi. Driven by the same driver. Carrying the same passenger. The factory was under going some renovations and he spotted some old road maps in a skip. Being intrested in this type of thing he picked them out and took them home. When he got home and eventually looked at them a envolope fell out. It contained our family tree on his wifes side my grandmother from quite awhile back, all way up to her mother.
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I have had a few weird phone calls in my life. Here are a My parents were elderly, disabled and wanted 2 numbers to call me at at all times. Also the home. I had this one guy call me up and insist that he had "my daughter" . the phone once with "hello, Fish and Chip shop" thinking it was my dad but.
Stay with me here. In both competitions Adam was the winner and Ryan came in second place. He lived on the other side of the country and they got together only once in all those years. In October of my father died very unexpectedly at the age of My Mother, wanting to spare all of us of the heartbreaking arrival of the annual Christmas card, wrote to him with the news of his death.
When she went out to put it in the mailbox to be picked up, our daily mail had arrived. In retrieving it, she found a letter from the army friend's wife saying that he had died also. As a method director he imagined 'how will he feel if his father dies. He indeed gave a good script for the scene but on the same night his father died. Leaving him alone saying "I blame myself for my father's death" ref: The odds are beyond calculation. From the quadrillions of solar systems in the Universe, ours is still the only known one to support life.
I was once interested in a woman by the name of Stephanie Cole. Her favorite genre of music happened to be Christmas music.