Back in the late 90s when I got my first apartment I received calls for years for somebody named "Glen." Regular, normal calls. Bill collector calls. And then just bizarre, "His mother is in the hospital" or "He has unclaimed money at the bank" calls. This happened at least once a week for at least 3-4 years. At all hours of the night. Clearly he had the phone number before I did, but the sheer volume just became ridiculous. After awhile, I got extremely belligerent with whomever called looking for him, saying things like "wrong number, dick breath" or "for the last time, I'm not him, cum stain." I was a bit younger and angrier then. I even created a facsimile of Glen in my head. He was a little bit older, a little bit fatter, a bit down on his luck, and he left a trail of destruction wherever he went. If I ever meet him, I'm going to stab him in the grundle with a screwdriver.
That was 21 years ago. Whoever Glen was, I'm sure somebody stabbed him in the grundle with a screwdriver a long time ago.
On a serious note, the last two of my dad's phone number are transposed from a local dentist's office. We got so used to it that the conversation would go: Hello? "Hi, I need to make an appointment for a cleaning next week." "Sorry, Dr. X's office is (000-0018), this is (000-0081)." "Oh, but can I still make an appointment, or are you busy?" <facepalm>
About 5 months ago at a MUNCH, I got a text from some random person in Washington State, asking if they could fuck my wife. I told them they would have to take it up with her detective boyfriend.
My sister saying "Love you" as a goodbye. which I am pretty sure however was meant for her husband or one of her children. but still, it left me disturbed... she knows Love is a four letter word in our family... but Fuck is common word in our lexicon.
Huh. I got flirty text messages from the full time manager at my work place followed by many apologies. She was drunk, apparently, but I can't say I'm bothered by it. Good joke material for the future. Still, was slightly strange.
1. at work on the phone w/ a customer who originally called to ask for seating arrangements and availability, which then devolved into a 30 minute conversation about his love of beer, his gripe w/ religion, and his desire to have sex on the beach. nice guy but i had no idea what he was talking about for a majority of the time?? 2. old co-worker from job i left seems nice, we exchanged numbers. within the first day he talks about going into the city to hookup with some dude. 1 day later and he's willing to pay for my used socks and is talkin' about how he ogled my ass at work. verbatim: "i def wanted to finger and spank it". worst part was seeing him a year later at my new job :l
I have heard that happen to people very often, and this story is not actually mine. But I was there at the time. Anyway. Me and my friends where sitting at a games night about two weeks ago. We were quietly sitting there playing er.... I forgot the name, something to do with spies and location. Anyway, a guy called peter got a text. It read “hi lovely.” He responded and following a short conversation the sender of the text realised that the woman/man/it he was trying to pick up had given him a fake number.
