When I lived with R. our phone number was one digit off from a local trucking firm. Of course, we answered, "Renner residence" that being his last name. Truckers would call in, especially on Mondays, for new assignments. We both spent quite a bit of time, trying to assure these truckers that they did not, in fact, have the assignment operator. This went on for almost a year.
We both got very, very tired of dealing with the "fat-fingered fucks", as R. called them, and began giving them random assignments, complete with designated loads and pick-up times to local companies whose names we picked out of the phone book. It became quite a game with us as to who could come up with the best assignment.
Funny, the calls tapered off and then stopped completely.
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It wasn't all bad...
Date: 2006-02-08 19:54 (UTC)When I lived with R. our phone number was one digit off from a local trucking firm. Of course, we answered, "Renner residence" that being his last name. Truckers would call in, especially on Mondays, for new assignments. We both spent quite a bit of time, trying to assure these truckers that they did not, in fact, have the assignment operator. This went on for almost a year.
We both got very, very tired of dealing with the "fat-fingered fucks", as R. called them, and began giving them random assignments, complete with designated loads and pick-up times to local companies whose names we picked out of the phone book. It became quite a game with us as to who could come up with the best assignment.
Funny, the calls tapered off and then stopped completely.