Al’s comment yesterday: Just be thankful it wasn’t Willard McBane, set me on a trail of reminiscence to interesting calls…..
I once found a message on my phone from a withheld number asking me to collect the children from school!
No names of the children or name of the school was mentioned, so there was nothing I could do. I hope they are not still waiting.
On a bright summer evening, I answered a call to my cell phone. The gentleman caller told me that my taxi was waiting outside. I was looking out the picture window of my living room as I answered the call. There were no cars about. Not on the road or in my driveway!
The voice and accent, told me the caller came from the North East of England. I was in one of those moods…. Ready for some fun.
“I don’t see you outside?” I said.
“I am in the car park round the back, where taxis usually park” He replied.
“There is no car park outside this window or around the back. Where exactly are you?
“The Croxdale Inn, Front Street, Croxdale!
“Is that in County Durham?”
“Yes!” He was getting a little frustrated now.
“Well, I am sorry to say that I am nowhere near Croxdale, County Durham. I live in and am speaking from County Antrim, Northern Ireland.”
The line went dead!
One day back in my childhood while I was helping mammy in the kitchen, she went to answer the phone. This took place back in the days before we had computers or indeed a television! We children needed to provide our own entertainment, especially on a wet day.
The call was short, but mammy came back to the kitchen laughing heartily. A young lad, no doubt messing about on his parents phone by randomly dialling numbers.
He asked: “Do you smoke after sex?”
Quick as a flash, mammy answered : “I haven’t looked lately!” and immediately replaced the telephone receiver!
I have visited this subject before in Did I hear the Phone? You might find a giggle or two there.
Can you hear me laughing?
Yes, I can, Ramana.
I think I would have liked your mammy.
Mammy had a great sense of humout and was quick on the draw, when it came to punch lines.
What amuses me is those callers who can’t believe they have the wrong number. They think you’re just messing them about. They say “Are you sure that isn’t Sainsbury’s?” as if you’re just pretending to be a complete stranger.
Unless there is obvious stress or genuine error in dialling my number, I might as well get some fun out of being interrupted. When we were growing up, the paintwork on the front of our house was white. My brothers answered the phone with “The White House!”, even genuine callers were often stopped in their tracks with that greeting.
Love your mammy’s sense of humor! Yours too.
Mammy was so quick with her answers, she had a fresh one for every situation. Her mother was full of fun too. Hopefully, I have inherited a little of it from them.
Mammy was hilarious. I always think of something clever after the fact.
I am improving as I get older… Answering these ‘wrong number’ calls as I do, is easier on my BP and maybe provides a story for the caller to share later in the day or over a pint!
I was invited to a wedding once by a stranger who dialled my number by mistake and we got to chatting. 😀
Your mammy had a very keen sense of humor. I can picture the child on the other end of the phone wondering how he lost control of that conversation! 🙂 Not long ago I came home to a message from a doctor’s office wanting a call back and it wasn’t for me. I wondered all night if the poor person waiting for a test result or follow-up from her doctor ever got that call!
Debra, it is terrible when you get a message like that and have no way of doing anything about it.