A Minor Gripe

To THAT "Wrong Number" Idiot out there,

Look, I'll admit it : I'm not perfect.
*gasp*

Yeah.. that's right *nods* - sometimes I dial in the wrong number into my phone.
However, when I find that the person who picks up the phone is not the person I am looking for, I will just apologise as best I can in a friendly, polite manner and put down the phone promptly....

I will also make it a point to look at the (wrong) phone number that I had just dialed and make sure that I do NOT accidentally redial that particular number.

Some person out there, however, has decided that this is just not his style.

*glare*

Yeah, YOU.
You know who you are.
*gwumble*

It really does NOT help that:

• You were calling (repeatedly) at midnight when I was trying to sleep,
• You kept asking "Hey, what's your name?", "Tell me your name", "Where is this that I am calling?" x10 although I informed you that I did not feel comfortable telling you (look, bub, call me weird but I don't like making small talk and telling personal details to STRANGERS over the phone),
• At first I thought you just didn't understand me because you don't really understand English, but by the fourth call, I was exasperated to find that you speak perfect (but heavily accented) English that the Queen would approve of, and
• You call AGAIN the next morning! - TWICE! - and STILL insisting that I tell you my name and asking for your friend, which I had already explained CANNOT BE CONTACTED AT THIS NUMBER BECAUSE IT IS MINE AND NOT YOUR FRIEND'S!

*blerrrgh*
Did your mother drop you on the head when you were a baby or something??

Have a good life, where ever you are.
... but please do live it far, far away from me and my phone.


Cheers,
J

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