* ring ring *
“Hello, is this the Mexican Embassy?”
“No ma’am, it’s not.”
“Are you sure?”
*pause* “Is it because I’m using English?”
“No ma’am, it’s because this is my home, not the Mexican Embassy.”
I love it when people phone here and ask if I’m sure they’ve dialed the wrong number. My number is one digit off an oft-called establishment here in town, so I get a _lot_ of these calls. (no, it’s not the Mexican Embassy, but that was who the lady asked for about 3 minutes ago, and the above is an actual transcript) Do the people who are supposed to take these calls dupe their callers enough that there’s a general lack of trust, or is it simply that the caller can’t believe they made a mistake dialing, so it must be me who’s mistaken? I also love the hang-up with nary a “sorry to bug ya”.
2 thoughts on “wrong number”
I ever tell you about how me ol’ bookstore’s sister store had a phone number that was one digit off of the bus stations?
Do you know how many times someone would call and you’d answer, “Perfect Books, can I help you?” and have them ask what time the Montreal Express was leaving?
Eventually, staff just fucked with their minds. ‘Cuz, y’know, it was fun…
Hello, is this the Mexican Embassy’s blog?
(sorry, I couldn’t help myself)