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It’s STILL not Elaine’s Number, Moron

February 17, 2006

Ok, we’ve all mis-dialed a phone number, right? So when it happens to me, I typically check the number I am dialing and then check the phone to see what number I dialed. This helps to determine if I have an incorrect number or if I am just pushing the wrong buttons. Sounds like a reasonable solution to a fairly simple problem, correct?

So why is it that when some moron misdials and gets either my cell phone or my husband’s they are too stupid to figure out a solution? Just a little background, we both have San Diego cell phone numbers, but live in Ohio. {yeah we have issues letting go!} So typically when someone misdials and gets our phone, they are in San Diego and we are in Ohio; which means we are three hours ahead of them.

Apparently there is some rule that states when morons misdial they must do it in the evening hours, not the daytime. Last night, we are in bed, it’s about 10 p.m. and my husband’s phone rings. First in a sleepy coma, he whacks me on the head like it’s the snooze button, then he reaches to turn off the alarm on his watch and then finally realizes that it’s his cell phone ringing. He answers, the phone and some guy asks for Elaine. My hubby says, “dude you’ve got the wrong number.” Okay, it happens, yeah we were sleeping but what can you do about it?

About four minutes later the phone rings again. Guess what? Same guy still looking for Elaine. My hubby again tells him he’s got the wrong number. A bit annoyed because now the baby is awake and we are both awake, but again it happens so we roll over and try again to go back to sleep.

I am not making this up, I swear. Another four or five minutes goes by and guess what, the jacka$$ is calling again still looking for Elaine… Dude, it’s still NOT Elaine’s phone number. Now my patience is running out with the moron on the phone, but also with my husband, just turn the dang phone off I tell him.

This time about seven minutes goes by and guess what? The freaking phone starts ringing again. This moron called four times in a span of about 25 minutes looking for Elaine. This time, my hubby answers and yells, “You’ve got the wrong number!” and finally turns the phone off.

What in the world is wrong with people? Does it really take four attempts to figure out that you’ve got the wrong dang number? I told my husband that he should have called the guy this morning when he got up for work to see if he ever found Elaine. It would have been at 3:30 a.m. in San Diego.

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