When we lived in Phoenix, my cell phone number was very close to the nonemergency phone number for the Seattle police department. (Phoenix’ area code is 602, Seattle is 206, other than that it was the same number). It wasn’t unusual to get odd calls, especially from drunk or angry or drunk and angry people. But my husband still teases me about his favorite of all time.
Random caller: I have requested copies of {a report} three times now! I still don’t have those copies… (goes off on rant)
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. You have the wrong number, if you just dial
RC (interrupts me): Stop with the excuses! Every time I call someone tells me to talk to someone else!!! You are going to help me with this.
Me: I can’t, but if you just dial
RC: launches into obscenity laced rant.
I hang up.
2 minutes later, same guy calls back from a different number. Conversation starts the same way. I hang up again.
2 minutes later, same guy calls back from a different number. Same thing. I keep trying to explain he’s dialed the cell phone of a CPA in Phoenix and I’m trying to help him by telling him the right number, but he can’t even hear me, he’s yelling so loudly. I hang up again.
2 minutes later, same guy. Starts with “I have had enough! Get me your supervisor now!!!” I start laughing so hard, I drop my phone, breaking it.
DH still thinks the idea of anyone supervising me is funny. :-/