Wrong Number
Last night, I was sitting at Starbucks with a friend, and I got a call on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. It went pretty much like this:
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: *nothing*
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: *incoherent mumbling*
Me: "Hello!?"
Caller: (quietly) "Hi"
Me: "Um, hi"
Caller: *more incoherent mumbling*
Me: "What?"
Caller: "Where are you?"
Me: "Uh... I'm at Starbucks."
Caller: "Oh...um... Dick was trying to get you to call him."
Me: (realizing for the first time that, since I don't know anyone named Dick, it must be a wrong number) "Oh really?"
Caller: "Yeah. You should call him."
Me: "Well, I just might do that."
Caller: "Do you have his number?"
Me: "I might."
Caller: "Okay. You call him then."
Me: "Alright"
*click*
So, if that lady were reading this right now, I'd just like to say that, even though I thought it was really funny to let you think you knew who you were talking to, I do kinda feel bad about it now. For what it's worth, I apologize.
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: *nothing*
Me: "Hello?"
Caller: *incoherent mumbling*
Me: "Hello!?"
Caller: (quietly) "Hi"
Me: "Um, hi"
Caller: *more incoherent mumbling*
Me: "What?"
Caller: "Where are you?"
Me: "Uh... I'm at Starbucks."
Caller: "Oh...um... Dick was trying to get you to call him."
Me: (realizing for the first time that, since I don't know anyone named Dick, it must be a wrong number) "Oh really?"
Caller: "Yeah. You should call him."
Me: "Well, I just might do that."
Caller: "Do you have his number?"
Me: "I might."
Caller: "Okay. You call him then."
Me: "Alright"
*click*
So, if that lady were reading this right now, I'd just like to say that, even though I thought it was really funny to let you think you knew who you were talking to, I do kinda feel bad about it now. For what it's worth, I apologize.
posted by Vaughan at
3:55 PM
3 Comments:
The real victim in all of this is Dick. What if he's still sitting and waiting for your call that will never come? What if his whole happiness depended on that call? He's probably curled up in the fetal position on the floor right now. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Well, Jess, I think the fact that I had a good laugh about it has made it clear that I will never really feel ashamed for what I did to that woman. Who knows? Maybe Dick's a drug dealer and I just inadvertently saved the life of a young man who would have otherwise died of an overdose two nights ago. It's possible...
I was once awakened at one in the monring by a cop (I'm guessing a parole officer) looking for a Devin. He asked me like 5 times if I was Devin, said I sounded like Devin, and even accused me of making up a fake name. Apparently Devin had made some trouble at Harmony Bowl and somehow the cop had my cell phone number.
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