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The Wrong Number For The Right Restaurant

| Jerusalem, Israel | Bizarre, Popular

(This story is remarkable not because of anybody’s behavior, but because of the enormity of the coincidence. I am at home, and the phone rings.)

Me: “Hello?”

Woman: “Hi, this is the German consulate. We’d like to make a reservation for 8:00 tonight.”

Me: “Um… I think you have the wrong number.”

Woman: “This isn’t [Restaurant]?”

Me: *surprised* “Well, I did propose to my wife at that restaurant, but other than that I have nothing to do with them!”

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Might Need Some Hearing Aid Too

| Yorkton, SK, Canada | Health & Body, Popular

(This takes place in my house, which is not a business of any kind. I get a phone call about mid-afternoon.)

Caller: “Hi, is this [Optometrist]?”

Me: “No, you have the wrong number.”

Caller: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Pretty sure.”

Caller: “It’s not [Doctor]’s office?”

Me: “No, it’s my house. No doctors work here.”

Caller: “But I need to make an appointment.”

Me: “I can’t help you.”

Caller: “But I get my glasses with [Doctor]!”

Me: “But this isn’t a doctor’s office; it’s my house.”

Caller: “Can I make an appointment?”

Me: “No, it’s not an office. It’s my house. I’m not an optometrist.”

Caller: “Where are you?”

Me: “Yorkton?”

Caller: “But [Doctor] isn’t in Yorkton!”

Me: “Right, you called the wrong number.”

Caller: “But I called [Doctor]!”

Me: But this is my house. No optometrists work here. You called the wrong number.”

Caller: “I need new glasses!”

Me: “I can’t help you. Maybe double check the number?”

Caller: “You’re sure this isn’t [Doctor]?”

Me: “Pretty sure.”

Caller: “Well sorry for bothering you. I was sure I called [Doctor].”

Me: “No biggie.”

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The Lights Are On But No One Is Home

| CO, USA | Extra Stupid, Popular

(We have moved to a much smaller place in another town, and have been selling off or giving away the furnishings and decorations that didn’t fit in the new place. Since it’s a bit of a drive I have been explaining the situation to potential buyers and arranging for them to meet me on weekends when I can be at the old house all day. If the following had only occurred once, I would have just brushed it off, but it happened THREE times with different people:)

Buyer: *calling/texting* “Where are you? I went by the house and no one was there.”

Me: “Well, I’ve been here all day. Did you ring the bell or knock? I didn’t hear it.”

Buyer: “No, I didn’t get out. I didn’t see a car in the driveway. Why weren’t you there?”

Me: “We have an empty three car garage. I parked in there to give people plenty of room to park and load their vehicles. Are you here now? Come on up to the front door.”

Buyer: “No, we left. We didn’t think anyone was home.”

Me: “Well, I’ll be here the rest of the day if you still want [item]. If you don’t believe I’m here, text me or try knocking BEFORE you leave again. We even have a doorbell you can use!”

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