I contract with the government and was working in one of their facilities. One day, I answered a phone call from a man giving a rambling diatribe about how we were terrible and destroying America. This was right after Snowden, so part of his diatribe accused me of spying on him and America, as well.
This was patently absurd. The organization I worked for definitely didn’t spy on US citizens; we only wasted their tax money due to a bloated and inefficient bureaucracy as the government should! I’m sorry to say I can’t properly recall his words to quote them, and I could never do the insanity of his rant justice.
The man had said he wished something would happen to all of us. It didn’t exactly feel like an intended threat, but I figured it should still be reported just in case. I went through the efforts of hunting down the details about what to do if you get a threatening call — because of course we have a procedure for that — and called the appropriate folks and explained the call I received.
Representative: “Oh, it’s him again. Yeah, we know all about him already, thanks.”
Me: “You do?”
Representative: “Yeah, he must have realized all our phone numbers start with the same digits. He’s been randomly swapping out the last three digits to call random people here all day; I think you’re the fifth today. He’s calling from his home phone number, so it was pretty easy to figure out who he is. Today’s his birthday, so I suppose this is the best thing he had to do on his birthday.”
Me: “That’s actually kind of sad.”
Representative: “Yeah, we’re pretty sure he is harmless, but I believe they’re sending someone to his house to talk to him anyway.”
I’d mostly forgotten the call later that day when I got a voicemail from someone wanting a status update on something I had worked on. I tried to redial the last called number to respond, but clearly, I did something wrong because I got the birthday boy instead, not that I realized that at first.
Me: “Hey, it’s [My Name]. You wanted to know about [work stuff]?”
Original Caller: “Sorry, who are you?”
Me: “It’s [My Name]. I was returning a call I just got…”
We both ended up confused for a minute, but then it must have clicked to the old man what had happened; he suddenly transformed from confused-sounding older guy to rambling insanity in an instant.
Me: “Oh, clearly I redialed the wrong number. Sorry to bother you. Happy birthday.”
Original Caller: “Wait. How did you—”
I hung up then.
I know I probably shouldn’t have reinforced his belief that we were spying on him like that, but I just couldn’t help it. I mean, really, if you think you’re calling an evil government bent on spying on you, why would you call using your real home number when that can be traced back to you with a Google search and, at most, paying five dollars to one of the tracking services anyone can use? If we WERE as evil as he thought we were, he really should have expected more than a cop knocking on his door telling him to cut out his nonsense.