“Do you like scary movies?” “What?” “Oh shit, sorry. Is this Drew?” “No.” “Sorry, must have the wrong number.” “That’s fine, what number were you trying to reach? No, this is five-zero-THREE-zero!” (both parties laugh uncontrollably for 10 minutes) Dialing the wrong number is a common occurrence, but these stories from Redditors of what happens afterwards are a bit more bizarre.
Had an old guy call my family’s house when I was in high school, and before he hung up after I explained the wrong number, he said “You sound like a smart young man, do you know anything about computers?” I laughed a little but said what the hell, why not, and helped walk him through installing his antivirus. He said thanks, I say no problem we hang up. A month or so later, he calls back and asks for help with something else. This ends up happening once or twice a month from that point forward. I honestly didn’t mind, as he was actually very receptive and cooperative (total blessing when providing IT support to the elderly) and was super funny/interesting. As it turns out he only lived a few blocks away, so he started paying me to provide support as needed. He didn’t have any family, so we started inviting him to have dinner with us on holidays. He ended up coming over for every Christmas and Thanksgiving for several years until he passed away. Miss that guy.
As soon as I picked up the phone, an automated voice says “goodbye”. I was like 90% sure that my house was going to explode or something.
One time a guy phoned up whilst clearly in the middle of sexual intercourse and grunted “what did you say about me dying a virgin, Mark!?” I immediately hung up.
I got a wrong number text one time with a photo of a couple kids that said something like, “Just thought you would want to see what your children look like.”
5. I hate Josh
I once had an old woman call me and insist that I was a man named Josh who had been avoiding her. After trying to tell her that I wasn’t Josh, and that she had the wrong number, my friends who were nearby started yelling things like “Stop messing with her, Josh!” This pissed her off and she started calling me a deadbeat piece of shit.
Every year on my birthday I get a call to my cell phone asking for Anne. It’s the only call I get.
One time I got a voicemail from an unknown number. It was just the part from Blade where Wesley Snipes just says, “Some mothafuckas are always tryin’ to ice skate uphill.” Then they hung up. I’ve been baffled and intrigued by that line my entire life.
When my aunt got her new landline when she moved several years ago she apparently got an old number for a local phone psychic. She would get calls from people at all hours looking for psychic visions about their future. At first she got pissed about it and told people they had the wrong number. Then she decided to have some fun. She would find out a few things about them just talking with them. She’d then start making up vague exciting things that were about to happen to them. She said people would tell her the most intimate details of their lives - their love life, horrible family issues, their fucked up financial problems, anything and everything. They’d ask about payment and she just told them the first consultations were free. People were willing to give her, this stranger on the phone, their credit card numbers no questions asked. She had fun with it for maybe three months and then it got old. She finally ended up changing her number.
About a week after his birthday, my friend got a text saying, “Sorry I couldn’t make it to your birthday.”
He responded, of course “Who is this?”
His dad had died about 4 years earlier.
I got a voicemail message from a woman with a deep southern accent who referred to me as Carl and proceeded to inform me that I needed to get home right away, because his dog had farted in her car. This fart smelled so bad, she thought the dog had shit in her car, so she looked back and rear ended another vehicle, sending the dog flying into the front of the car where it promptly pissed, shit, and nipped her arm before she got her door open, at which point the dog ran away. She told me I needed to call her back right now.
Caller: What time is dance class at?
Me: Erm…. 7:30
Caller: I’ll pick you up at 7, okay?
Me: Okay, I’ll be ready.
Caller: Bye, love you.
Me: Love you too, bye bye.
This lady was calling my phone for three days trying to reach her niece to ask a question about her recent hysterectomy.
I got a message from a number I didn’t know saying “I’m going to freeze the dogs cum and use it as a dildo.”
I had an unknown number call me, sneeze and hang up…. bless you?