So, my phone rings...
Feb. 8th, 2006 12:47![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeMy cellphone rings. There are only three people on the planet that ever call me on my cell during the workday, and I know all their numbers. This morning, I didn't recognize the number. I pick up.
"This is William."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
"Not today, no."
"Sorry. Wrong number."
"Right-o."
Click. Next time, things'll be a little different.
I pick up.
"0895, receiving encrypted. Go ahead on green."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
Pause. In a tight, tense voice: "Holy shit, somebody got through. MIKE! Take two men, lock the signal, go find her, take care of it!!!"
Click.
Soon. Yes, very soon.
"This is William."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
"Not today, no."
"Sorry. Wrong number."
"Right-o."
Click. Next time, things'll be a little different.
I pick up.
"0895, receiving encrypted. Go ahead on green."
"Oh." Pause. A woman's voice. "Not Charlie, I guess."
Pause. In a tight, tense voice: "Holy shit, somebody got through. MIKE! Take two men, lock the signal, go find her, take care of it!!!"
Click.
Soon. Yes, very soon.
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Date: 2006-02-09 14:07 (UTC)Problem was, what do you do if you're making a call from Dublin, through a PABX, to the Netherlands?
9 for an outside line, 00 for international code, 31 for .nl...you can see what happened next, right?
Eventually our entire area code got an additional number in front of the "9", and life got a little less international.