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Rock on. Blinking Billy Beach, Sandy Bay. May 2011.

I will confess that part of me admires the tenacity of people who ring an incorrect telephone number, and insist that it is in fact the correct number.

That is, the fact that you are not (for example) Dave's Mowing Service is not their fault, it is YOURS. Indeed, the fact that you are not Dave, you have never been Dave, nor do you mow lawns as a matter of business bothers them not a jot, the simple insistence that you ARE because the number that they've dialled IS will somehow magically transform you, your phone number and Statewide and Mental Health Services with it - through sheer force of will and belief - into Dave's Mowing Service.

I wish that I had that kind of belief. It'd almost make you think that the world was a halfway decent place...
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smudgeon said…
I get a call once a week from someone in Polytechnic, despite the fact every time I answer the phone "DHHS Payroll North" and follow that with "yes, you do have the wrong number...again".

She's nothing if not persistent.

Perhaps you need to offer to sencd someone around to trim this guy's lawn, then insist of transferring any future calls to, I don't know, Crawshaw? He'd love it.
2 June 2011 at 10:01
magiceye said…
bingo!!!!
lol!!
so true!!
2 June 2011 at 13:50
Kris McCracken said…
Smudgeon, Dr Crawshaw doesn't take calls. He's barely ever in his office!

Magiceye, it's universal.
2 June 2011 at 13:54
Roddy said…
I like the rocks. Remember when we would spend hours deciding which rock was going to follow us home.
Isn't the wrong number game fun to play.
I don't know how you deal with it, short of changing your number.
Smile and explain that Dave has moved and changed his number.
2 June 2011 at 16:01
Sue said…
"Good morning/afternoon. Bayside P-12 College. Paisley Campus." "Bayer? Is that Bayer?" "No Sir/Madam. It is Bayside College. We are a school." "But I dialled this number for Bayer!" "You will notice that Bayer is in Sydney, Sir/Madam. You need to dial 02 before the number!" "Oh!"

A conversation I have about TWENTY times a day!!!!!!!

I believe I will need to contact Mental Health Services if this keeps up. Oooh...and maybe you can mow my lawn while you're at it!!! hehehe
2 June 2011 at 20:28
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, have you got rocks in your head?

Sue, I'd give you the help line number, but you’d just get messagebank.
3 June 2011 at 08:46
Roddy said…
Not in my head my son, in the garden.
Tell me! Can rocks live in a void space?
3 June 2011 at 18:12
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