Wrong Numbers

My girlfriend had a girl that kept calling her phone asking for a guy named Roach. She kept saying stuff like "I know this is his phone, why are you covering for him?" We told her, finally, to call back and listen to the vpoicemail message, cause it's her phone. She didn't. One time, though, she didn't have her # blocked, so we prank called them back a few times amonth later just for kicks.

My home phone is one number off from a hair salon. It happens about once every two weeks that someone calls and tries to make an appointment.

One time I guess they put an ad in the classifieds looking for more hair stylists, and this woman left her resume on my answering machine. She sounded like she was pretty qualified, had years of experience doing this and would be a good person to consider, but if you can't get the number right for the job you're applying for, that's bad.

A while back someone called my cell phone and left a message on my voicemail.
Hardly ever do I have my phone on. Have it on silent mode, I never answer it. But I check my voicemails.
I pictured what the man might look like as I listened to what he said through my voicemail, which he thought was someone elses. He called her by name, Molly.

`C'mon Molly, pick up the phone. I'm sorry, it wont happen again. Ya gotta answer the phone...` < drawn out whine over the word, `phone`

He had many a deep breath, raping silence. I could almost smell it. It didnt smell good at all, you should know.

`Come pick me up, I hate it here`

`I hate it`

He began clicking something, I couldnt tell if it was his throat or if he was lighting a cigarette, but I didnt smell smoke, and I couldnt feel the reciever cough..

`You know me, Molly. Molly, you know me.
Just answer the phone. I dont like it, and you know me.
Ya know I dont like it. I'm telling you now. I'm telling you.`

`Pick up the phone. The keys. Me.`

He hangs up. Actually, what he does is have a hard time hanging up. Sounded like the phone fell from its position and I hear sneakers squeak and then I hear the phone hang up completely. Someone more capable of doing so.

He didnt sound drunk, but he may have been. He sounded desperate, obviously. I pictured him, scraggly hairs peppered with more.. ..scraggly grays, tucked inside a bandana head-band. A worn out flannel tied around the waist of worn out jeans with a hole in one knee and dirt or paint splatters on them. Thrift store Nikes and a t-shirt coming apart at the bottom seam, that had not a logo. Unshaven, but shaven a few days prior, mostly gray stubbles. Sunken eyes and a mustache. Scrawny man, tall who may have been sort of handsome to perhaps, Molly. I pictured him to be around the age of 43.

I felt the need to call him back, let him know I was not Molly. I did not want Molly to wonder why he hadnt called, or him wonder why Molly hadnt answered or responded in a while. I do some quick navagation and call the number he dialed from.

A girl answers, maybe she is blonde with pink, pursy lips and a little waist. She is not Molly, but she is Vanessa who is an employee of the Rehab center about 45 minutes from the city border of Ellet. She doesnt know who used the phone last.

I say to her, `There was a man. He thinks of Molly. I wanted to let him know I am not Molly. I might be a transposed digit from Molly.`

`No one is supposed to be using the phones but employees`, and, `there are only three of us here tonight. Sorry.` She ends sounding sincere, like she would help more if she could.

shit thats wierd, stuff like that has happened to me before too

Hey space monkey, mind telling your story?

Thanks for the help everyone. You don't mind me using your stories in a story of my own, do you? I'll be sure to post it in the Workshop when it's done.

And yeah, ireLocus, I know it sounds almost too similar to Survivor, but that's not where I got the idea, or the direction I'm taking it in. But, sigh, I'm sure my story will never add up to Chucks....

I posted a sign looking to sell some crap and some guy called me about it and we wound up having like a 2 hour conversation about the existence (or non-existence of God) I never talked to him again.

I used to get messages for someone named nichole from Chevron Texaco. I finally managed to pick up when they called and i told them i wasnt nichole. The next time it happened, the fuckers woke me up so i told them off.
My story isn't as interesting as minuet's, but i tried. /shrug

I called up a old friend of mine by accident last saturday night. I was trying to reach a different friend who was still at the bar we just left from and wanted him to check if my friend's purse was still there. But I ended up talking to this old friend at 2 am in the morning ranting on about did she leave her purse there? Hey, oh...okay. Talk to you later. He calls me back sunday afternoon asking what the heck was I blabbering about and I didn't even register then whom I was talking to and I was just went on repeating about the purse being left behind and me trying to call him and then I stop myself and go ohh hey man, What the fuck have you been up to? He says, not much been ill had doctors operate on a tremor in my brain and i've been recovering the last couple of months. I apologize about the late call and explain the amount of alcohol involved that evening and we chat for a bit.

*edit* He is doing much better.

I got a call from some lady last year that was looking for someone named Carol. I told her she had the wrong number. I often repeat my number so they know what they called. Well, she apologized and I thought that was that. One minute later she is calling back. I answer and tell her its the wrong number again and explain she either has the wrong number or is dialing wrong. Again she apologizes and hangs up. Now 30 seconds later she is calling again. I let it go to voicemail this time thinking she would hear my message and understand she called the wrong number again. What does she do? She leaves a message for Carol.

I also once got a call from some lady asking for whoever was in charge of the guys who cut down her tree. I told her she had the wrong number. Again, she calls back, leaves a message saying she was not satisified with the work that was done and that whoever she had just spoken to (me) was not very helpful.

One time a builders supplies company diverted its phone lines mistakenly to my mobile phone overnight.I had about 50 calls asking for tungsten tipped screws and UPVC glazing.

I used to work in a 24 hr network operations desk for air traffic control, we'd get a lot of wrong numbers. One Brazilian woman thought I was a pilot. She'd get really drunk, call us and chat away thinking she was through to some pilot's lounge. She asked quite a lot of us to marry her.

I don't know how I forgot, but I get wrong numbers all the time at work. How do you mistake 911 for anything else?

[QUOTE=Smartazboy]I don't know how I forgot, but I get wrong numbers all the time at work. How do you mistake 911 for anything else?[/QUOTE]

I would think they were trying to dial 411 for information. That or they are lonely and feel like making up some name so that someone will say something to them

My home number is one digit off from Taco Bell. People are always calling, maybe I should have taken their order and credit card number....

A few months ago a guy kept calling, drunk, and asking for Gloria. Every time I'd tell him he had the wrong number, he'd apologize and ask what number I was at. When I told him my number, he said, "Yeah! That's what I called!"

Knowing how it is being drunk, I asked him what number he was trying to call, and of course he told me a number different than my own. I tried to strike up a random conversation, but he was still thinking about Gloria....

im in the cafeteria at my school eating a choco taco, this person calls me and says "hows your ice cream?" i look around and theres only like 5 people in there, no one in sight on a phone, started freaking out

Who was it?

never found out, but i get a lot of calls from "restricted number", and then they hang up when i answer,

I had a dream once that wherever I went a random stranger's mobile phone would start ringing; in a university lecture hall, on the street, eating in a restaurant. They'd answer it, look very confused and walk over to me saying, "It's for you".

There'd be someone on the other end with a distorted, alien voice who would start to reel off my name and address and make vague threats against me and my family. The dream ended with hundreds of people pressing their phones into my face, then I woke up.

I got a call once, while I was working in a mall. The guy pretended like he worked for Bakker's Shoe Stores and wanted to know if I would take a survey.

We weren't busy so I said OK. How naieve is that? Does anyone else smell a perv with a foot fetish?

i once posted this in a random kindness thread.

a lady left a message on my cell, looking for some guy. it sounded like an important work message about the next day or something. i called her back (i had the # on missed calls list)
to tell her the guy didn't get the message. she didn't believe me and insisted she didn't call me and that i had dialed the wrong number. impossible i tell her, because i just hit "call" and didn't dial anything. she insists, so right before i hang up, i tell her the guy didn't get the message and to call him back. it was definately her, i recognized the voice from the message.

i was pissed because i tried to do good, so i did bad and pranked her constantly for a few weeks very early. i go to work at 430 am. she eventually stopped leaving her phone on at night.

A few years ago someone once left[B] 55 missed calls [/B] on my mobile, asking for someone called 'Shauna'. I'd only left my phone for an afternoon! I got some voicemail messages too: They were really quite desperate messages (this guy had obviously done something pretty bad because he was apoligising profusely) , and the accent was a scary hoarse Glaswegian accent. He left his number and I told my friends about it and they all, rather cruelly called the guy up and left a message pretending to be Shauna. I hope they're re-united now...

I was getting ready to go to a family evening.. running late, my phone rings and someone asks "where are you guys at?!", "oh, we're on our way" ..."is michelle coming??" (I have a cousin michelle who was at the party already... "I thought she was there?!"... "no, she's with you right??" this goes on for quite some time until he mentions going clubbing.. "I thought we were just going to hang at the grandparents place, but I'm all for going out afterwards...... hold on a sec, is this mike?" he replies, "uhhh.... no." we must have talked for 5 minutes thinking we were someone else, and our stories nearly matching, we both had a good laugh about it.

These are some great stories guys. Thanks for your help!

this woman kept callin my brothers cell. i icutre older, black, poorish. this is how i picture her formthe way she talks. shed call and he' pick up. hello's. is this scott.? bofore stevie could say anything.
"scotty, tell chester janice hit!."
there was alot of moise in that dad. form previious voicemails from this person i assume chester was her mecanic(sp?) brother. she jsut kept repaeting tell chester janice hit me. till stevie hung. it was so funny. she'd leave messeges say i need you do come by and look at my car. she'd let us know via voicemail that janice was actin up again. and just random stuff like that.

This thread got me thinking to a conversation I had with a friend of mine a week or so ago.

She's has recently broken up with her boyfriend and since then has gotten a rash of calls that read Restricted on her caller ID. Then she noticed that someone had gotten into her voicemail. She'd check her phone and see that she had messages. Two hours later, when she went to actually check them, they were gone. Thinking that someone would have figured out her passcode she changed it to something no one would know. Something stupid and totally off the top of her head that was so random she had trouble remembering it the first time she went to check her voice mail. The Restricted caller kept calling and everytime she'd answer the phone there'd be nothing. And, her voicemail started disappearing again.

Sounds too horror movieish to be true. But I physically saw it happen.

Weird stuff. Could make for a good storyline...

Yesterday, I was over at a friend's house and some guy called her.

Emily: Hello?
Man: Hey. This is Steve.
Emily: Steve Who?
Man: Remember? When you spent the night at Shelby's two nights ago and I was there?
Emily: What? (Laughs) Dude, are you drunk?
Man: No.
Emily: Are you high?
Man: (Pause) Do you have a bra?

Emily bursts out laughing at this point. My friend David, who has been on the computer in the same room this whole time, picks up the computer cleaner/sprayer canister, huffs a bunch of it, and takes the cell.

David: Man, do you even mother effing know who this is? You keep calling this number again, and I'm going to rape your ass. You ever been to prison? Cause that's what it'll feel like once I get done with you.

David goes on like that for a good 30 seconds. At this point I can barely hear any of it as everyone is laughing so hard.

David: (In his real voice) I'm sorry man, we're just joking around with you. (Huffs more of the cleaner) No we're not! Your bitch ass better not call around here no more!

David hands the phone to Emily, and she flips it shut.

Funny wrong number/prank call story here:

[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nj7G264mac[/url]

Has anyone every seen that film, Phonebooth?

I was riding the bus one day and I saw I guy I knew waiting at a corner. The bus had stopped for a light to change, so I pulled out my phone and called him. He had one of those ancient ones that don't tell you the name of the person who's calling, so I said in a deep gravely voice, "Hello, John". He says, "Who is this" and I go, "Who I am is not important. I know everything about you, who you are, what you do and what you're wearing. A black backpack with white out on it." (Which he was wearing at the time).

He spins around searching for the caller and I say, "Don't turn around! If you do that again, you WILL be dead." Now he has real fear in his eyes and I say, "Do not contact a member of the public. Walk over to the side of the bus infront of you." He steps foward terrified, then I wave to him out the window. He shouts at me through the phone while a laugh my head off, then the bus drives away.

I also had this one time when a guy called Gary called up and asked about when we were going to the movies tonight. I know a guy called Gary and I thought he'd get all offended if I'd forgotten we were going to the cinema, so I say "Um... Six?" He says OK, then says, "Dude, do you have a cold? Your voice sounds wierd." I go, "Wait... Is this Gary Burton?", he laughs and says "No..." and I'm like, "Wrong number... I... Think?"

Not exactly wrong number...just wrong person.
I think that this guy had my number before I got it...

On the first day I had my cell phone, I received a call from a number that I didn't recognize, so I let it go to voice mail. It said:

"Hey there buddy, it's Mark. You're going to have some trouble getting that scissor lift across the border. There's a back-up and Jimmy couldn't get into Canada today. Uhhhhh yeahhhhh, gimme a call when you get this." The air behind the voice was loud. It sounded like Mark was at a construction site.

For the next 8 months, I would occasionally get phone calls (from what I believe were collections agencies) asking for Paul. I would tell them that I am not who they are looking for and they still would call back a few days later.

I got a collect call from prison once. Er, my dad did. I was too young to know any better so I told the operator I would accept the charges. The man on the other line sound Aisian. Maybe french. I couldn't understand what he was trying to say, so I hung up.

I like the story about the mental hospital.

This thread reminds me of when I used to have to make calls for work. I knew who I was calling and it was just a routine thing but sometimes you get the people who have no one else to talk to and they just keep talking. And it makes their day that youre talking with them. I got this old guy once in England who was telling me how old and sick he was and asking me about vacations and how much he liked Florida and telling me what he liked to do and stuff. It was annoying but kinda gratifying.

Once I thought I was calling a friend for a ride. It turns out that I had dialed the wrong number. I didn't find this out until the person who came and picked me up from the park I was at was someone I didn't know. It was so weird, but I did make a new friend. The conversation on the phone went like this:

Guy I Don't Know: Hello?
Me: Hey, what's up?
GIDK: Not much, what's up with you?
Me: Well, I'm kinda stranded at the park and was hoping you could pick me up.
GIDK: Sure, no problem. I'll be there in a minute.

It was weird when he got there, but he was a cool guy. I can't remember his name right now though, or who I thought I was calling.

[QUOTE=Lady Chaos;1016155]Once I thought I was calling a friend for a ride. It turns out that I had dialed the wrong number. I didn't find this out until the person who came and picked me up from the park I was at was someone I didn't know. It was so weird, but I did make a new friend. The conversation on the phone went like this:

Guy I Don't Know: Hello?
Me: Hey, what's up?
GIDK: Not much, what's up with you?
Me: Well, I'm kinda stranded at the park and was hoping you could pick me up.
GIDK: Sure, no problem. I'll be there in a minute.

It was weird when he got there, but he was a cool guy. I can't remember his name right now though, or who I thought I was calling.[/QUOTE]

Whoa! You're crazy! I thought for a minute you were just telling him to meet you in the park, even though you were at home on the couch. That would have been funny!

I've posted this in other threads, but I didn't know there was a wrong numbers thread.

[url]http://www.gobblersknobband.com/VoiceMail4.wav[/url]

Its an audio link, turn up the speakers. This message was left on my girlfriends cell phone.

our phone number is one number off from an old radio station so we used to get a lot of calls asking to request songs. Why it didn't tip them off that we just said "hello" rather than "you've reached the Planet" or something else identifying the station. One night that sticks out over the rest is one kid I think was a boy asked for a Backstreet Boys song and I told him I would play it. I'll give you the number if any of you want to try it.
We used to get a lot of hang ups on our old number before we got it changed so I tried calling it a few years back just to get some mean sounding old lady.
Oh, and when my mom and I had cell phone numbers that we just one number off she got a call of some girl asking for Amber...which my mom assumed was me since that's my name. My mom said that it wasn't me but my mom and the girl said that she was looking for Amber some other last name that wasn't mine

I've taken part in some mildly comical prank phone calls if you're interested in those

Story #1
When I used to live previously, which was around the Bombay airport, the yellow pages had listed our number under Indian Airlines. 3 instead of 5. So we'd keep getting calls which would inquire: "Is the flight on time?" "Ticket booking." and all possible airline calls all day long.

Story #2:
There are people who I know and also have heard of, who just randomly text or call any number. If the opposite sex picks up they try to strike a conversation.

Story #3:
This chap I knew in my hostel had just acquired a cell phone. He wasn't happy that people didn't call him much on his phone. So he went to a real estate agent and expressed opinion in buying flats in the area and gave his phone number to a few of them. Being ardent salespeople the agents kept calling him with offers and flats to see. This man would sit and discuss the details of the flat with each of them at their expense. He was happy now that his phone rang at least once every hour or two.

[QUOTE=jugal;1016552]Story #1

Story #2:
There are people who I know and also have heard of, who just randomly text or call any number. If the opposite sex picks up they try to strike a conversation.

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my friends and i have done random dialing...can be a lot of fun.

i also know a guy who would randomly 'bleep' people from his nextel...he met a girl and boned her.

I put my freinds number in a few of the phones at a local verison store and he kept getting random people calling him. I dont know who would just call any number left there like that but apparently a few will.