One of those days.
Carl and I have a home phone line but I can only count on one hand the amount of people who actually know that number, and even less that actually use it. We only have the home phone connected so that we can take advantage of having a broadband connection. This morning I woke up to the sound of the home phone ringing. I looked at the clock, it was 8.59am-one more minute and that would have classified as sleeping in. It’s very rare that I get to bed before 2am these days so any sleeping in I can get, I cherish.
Not wanting to answer the phone I thought to myself, whoever it is will know my mobile number and if it is so important they can ring that. So I closed my eyes and tried to ignore it, hoping the answering machine would pick up. The phone stops ringing but then seconds later it’s ringing again.
I then remember that a roof repair man is supposed to come out sometime this week (he didn’t specify a date, just that “when the rain dies down”) and I listen and hear it is not raining. He must be outside knocking on the door and I can’t hear him and perhaps the real estate gave him our home number. I get up out of bed as fast as I can, which isn’t fast at all because when you have the belly the size of a watermelon and you waddle like a duck it is very hard. I put on my dressing gown and slippers then waddle to the window and look outside. No one is here. The phone is still ringing!
So I walk to my bedroom door, go out and towards the phone table. Just as I get there, the phone stops. I wait a little bit in case this person who is ringing wants to ring again. I wait and wait, and after a few minutes I start to go back to my room.
Ring Ring.
By now I feel like picking up this phone and yelling “WHAT?!”. Whoever is ringing better be telling me I have won a million dollars, or a new car, or at the least a box of chocolates! I finally answer the phone, only to find it was a “wrong number”. I couldn’t even get back to sleep either. Thanks, lady on the phone for persistently ringing and ringing and depriving me of my much needed sleep.
Have you ever been interrupted from something important only to find it was a waste of time or useless?
Oh that sucks! I would have been so mad.
One time though, our home phone started ringing and ringing (I kept ignoring it until the 3rd time) at 3 in the morning. Turns out it was my aunt from England who just wanted to see what was up. In the friendliest voice I can do after being woken up at 3 in the morning, I reminded her of the time difference and hung up.
Comment by Felisa - July 31, 2008 7:16 am
OH. MY. GOD. Were they looking for someone called Sasha? I swear to god, every single EARLY Sunday morning, I get calls from people looking for a Sasha. You’d think that after us being in the house for almost a year, they’d figure out she wasn’t there anymore, but nooooo. Fuckers.
Comment by Amanda - July 31, 2008 8:56 am
Haha no they were looking for a Mr Barrett. In our old house with our old home phone we used to get calls, for almost 8 months, of them asking for some lady-we had to change our number (and that was a private number)!
Comment by Bobbi-lee - July 31, 2008 9:27 am
LOL… I know the feeling XD
At the place where I last lived we only had a phone line for the internet connection. Only two of three people knew our house number, but it wasn’t used anyway because everyone had cell phones.
But we got a phone call the first day. Wrong number, oops. After that, we’d get about four wrong-number-calls a day! Apparently some doctor used to have our number, because most people just asked for an appointment with the doctor. After a year or so we disconnected the phone from the wall. So much better.
Comment by Lene - July 31, 2008 5:27 pm
D’ayam. I would have been pissed!
Comment by mrdakota - August 8, 2008 7:28 pm