So, my phone rings...

[mapsedge]

My 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.

Comments

[starseeking.livejournal.com]

*snicker* take care of it indeed!!

[starwyse.livejournal.com]

I so want to have an excuse to do this for all the people who keep calling for Bob. Now, really, do I sound like Bob? And what part of, "This is Star" would lead yo to believe you could reach Bob?

It wasn't all bad...

[rowangolightly.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

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.

[the-themiscyran.livejournal.com]

*giggle* Thanks for the laugh.

Gareth used to answer calls with unidentified numbers by asking "Hi, is Bob there?" when he picked up the phone. The silence on the other end of the line was priceless.

[duane-kc.livejournal.com]

[falls off chair laughing]

Oh, I have *got* to remember that one...

[sacristan.livejournal.com]

Our old phone number at home was 900312. In Dublin, Ireland.

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.

[falls off chair]

[heronmarkblade.livejournal.com]

DAYUMN I needed that laugh. Many thanks.

Hope life is good for you.