Ever got a call on the phone that was just weird? Sure you have. Sadly I must admit, I've never gotten of those really weird, funny WTF calls. I did get this one the other week.
Me: Hello?
Guy: Is Al there?
Me: No sir, I think you've got the wrong number.
Guy: Al's not there?
Me: No, you have the wrong number.
Guy: Alright *hangs up*
The next day, I swear...
Me: Hello?
Guy: Is Al there?
Me: *heavy sigh* No, you've got the wrong number.
Guy: Al?
Me: There is NO AL AT THIS NUMBER!
Guy: Alright fine *hangs up*
I haven't heard back from him.
This thread use to be funny when all the conversations people posted were real.
Mine were real.
Recently...
Me: Hello?
Caller: Hello.
Me: Who's this?
Caller: Mike. I know this the call you weren't expecting, but I am wondering if you would like to try the San Francisco Chronicle.
Me: I already get the San Jose Mercury News.
Caller: Are you pleased with it?
Me: Yeah.
Caller: Are you sure? It's the hottest newspaper in the Bay Area. If you act now, we'll throw in a free Safeway Club Card.
Me: No thanks.
Caller: Well, thanks for your time, young man.
Me: Uh-huh. *hangs up*
I like how the man tried so desperately to persuade me, but he failed. Next time I get a call from someone trying to sell me something, I'm gonna do my Clint Eastwood accent.
This happened a few months ago, one day when I was working from home:
*cell phone rings*
Me: Hello
Rude Guy: Who the F**K is this!?
Me: Excuse me!?
Rude Guy: Put Tonya on the phone! NOW, motherf****r!!!
Me: Excuse me? Who the hell are you talking about?
Rude Guy: You KNOW who I'm talking about! Put her on!
Me: Dude, you've got the wrong number. Get over it.
Rude Guy: Don't bulls**t me, a**hole!!!
Me: You really do have a wrong number. Goodbye.
*hangs up cell phone*
*cell phone IMMEDIATELY rings again, same number that Rude Guy called from before so I answer it*
Me: Dude, I told you that you have the wrong number
Rude Guy: I KNOW SHE'S THERE! PUT HER ON! PUT THAT B***H ON THE PHONE! NOW! DO IT NOW!!!!!
Me (laughing at him at this point): You're insane. I don't know a Tonya. Check your number again, good grief. *hangs up on Rude Guy again*
*cell phone starts ringing once again...surprise...it's Rude Guy...I let it ring for awhile and then an evil thought crosses my mind and I answer it*
Rude Guy: IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL FIND YOU AND BEAT YOUR ASS!!!!
Me: Whatever *lets out a small moan*
Rude Guy: I KNOW THAT ****E IS THERE! PUT HER ON THE PHONE!
Me: Mmmm.....ohgawwwd....umm....sorry, she's kind of...busy....right now. *whispers "Slower! Not so fast!"
Rude Guy: WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WIFE!? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, MOTHERF****R! PUT HER ON THE PHONE!
Me: She's kind of got her mouth...ohgawwd!....full right now. Can you call back in say...an hour?
Rude Guy: YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE FRIGGIN' DEAD, TONY! THAT'S RIGHT! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!
Me (and no, my name's not Tony): Whatever...your wife has a magic mouth. Come find me! *hangs up*
*cell phone rings and I let it go to voicemail, which was a bunch of entertaining nonsense about how he was going to kill me, kill her, kill everyone in the neighborhood, etc.*
At this point, my wife comes into my home office "What the hell was all of that moaning about?" "Wrong number", I told her! After I told her the story I let her listen to the voicemail and she laughed her ass off. Never heard from the guy again. I bet Tonya got herself into some serious, serious trouble with him, though.
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PWNED! LOL. Beautiful.This my friends, is without a doubt the greatest phone conversation in the history of mankind.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRXziNfrWVI
At work my boss told me someone was on the phone for me. After I picked up, the other person silently hung up. Now, every once in a while, I'll answer the work phone and someone will silently hang up. Very gently, just hang up the phone. Its like they're just checking to see if I'm there.
What do you reckon i'll get done for it?
I get that too, every weekday at 1, I think it's just my mum checking too see if I've gone to college, but it still scares me.
I get that too, every weekday at 1, I think it's just my mum checking too see if I've gone to college, but it still scares me.
Well if you know you get it every day, then that means you're not going college...
Slacker!
At least you have an idea who it could be. I work with the public with a name tag on my shirt, so it could be anyone calling.