22 February 2013

Wrong Number

I understand wrong numbers. Believe me I do. Back in the days before cell phones, when you had to actually remember someones number it wasn't too uncommon to dial a wrong number, or remember a number wrong, or what have you. Hell, even with the fancy newfangled gadgets of today it can still happen if you're not paying attention when you dial, or when you store the number. Here's what I don't understand though: people who persist in consistently dialing, and these days texting, the wrong number over and over again and not understanding that they're not getting the person they want.

Back in the 2005ish days, I got a phone call, but I wasn't there so what I actually got was a voicemail. This voicemail was from some guy who was either Dave or trying to reach Dave, I don't quite remember, to discuss buying a truck. Well I ignored it. Whatever. I got another voicemail a couple days later, from this same fellow, sounding a little irritated that Dave had not gotten back to him. Then the next day I got a call while I had the phone. I considered answering it but chose not to. The voicemail that was left sounded very annoyed. For about two months, every couple of days I would get a call from this guy asking about this damn truck. I learned to recognize the number because the voicemails were actually quite amusing. And what makes it even odder is that he was obviously talking to this Dave fellow in person, because he would reference conversations that they had had the previous day.

At one point the voicemail left was this guy saying that he was at the end of the street because Dave had told him to come over. Which is creepy...because why didn't he just drive up and knock on the door like a normal person? Eventually the calls stopped coming and I was left to assume that something sinister had happened.

I'm pretty sure that a drug dealer has my same number with a different area code.

For a couple of years I would get texts and phone calls from men and women looking for someone named Angel. Pretty sure it was a dude because the texts/calls from the ladies would be flirty and business like from the guys. Hence the thinking this fellow was a drug dealer. Also one time when I answered the girl thought I was him and would hear no argument against it. Just told me that she had to see me now. So I told her to come over and hung up. Again, something sinister no doubt.

I wouldn't be surprised if my number was on some list of numbers that girls give to guys who are pissing them off so they can't actually get them. It's hilarious to get texts from these guys who think they're macking on some sweetie and to find out I'm not some sweetie, or at the very least, not the kind of sweetie they'd be into. The vast majority of them get all offended and ask why I'm texting them or what the hell I want. Wannabe ghetto thugs piss me off.

This one time Rowen and I were at the Boston Science Museum and this guy refused to believe I was a dude. First he said he was the guy I met at the BK drive through, then at some club, then at some party, refusing to believe I did not have breasts. I alternated between flirty texts and telling him I was a dude. The latter of which would get more of a "? haha" or equally idiotic response.

Some woman named Sue thinks I'm someone that belongs to her. Every couple of months I'll get a text with a pick-up time or something like that. I continue to ignore her. Once she left an angry text asking why I didn't pick her up. That was the only time though.

The absolute weirdest, and actually most disturbing, happened a couple months ago. Some guy was trying to get in touch with some girl name Clare as they were working on some project, it sounded a lot like some kind of law suit for some activist group. But he kept texting me all these names of people they could talk to and people who they could go after. Then he called and when I answered he sounded all confused and asked to speak to Claire. When I told him I wasn't Claire he got really quiet, mutter "Oh shit..." and hung up.

Five minutes later he texted me saying that he had just talked to so and so and she was going to crack their whole case open.

Lesson unlearned.






When communication is obsolete they will control us that much more efficiently.