wrong number

* 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

  1. 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…

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