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Things To Make You Say ‘Man!’

| CA, USA | Bizarre, Language & Words

(I am trans-masculine and have been on testosterone for about eight months. Our company has a service that allows us to serve clients via the Internet, so all they know is the name of the person serving them. One such client calls in. I pick up the phone upon being told he’s one of mine.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. This is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Client: “Hi, [My Name]! You don’t sound like a woman!”

(I don’t say anything, thinking this is just an offhand observation. He doesn’t say anything either. It becomes clear this is something he expects me to actually address.)

Me: “Uh-huh?”

Client: “Oh, now you do! So anyway…”

(I was up-talking that last time.)

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Rabid Laughter

| Madison, WI, USA | Health & Body, Pets & Animals, Popular

(Our dentist’s last name sounds exactly like our veterinarian’s first name. There is a slight difference in spelling, but they sound identical: Name and Nayme. I am at work, multi-tasking, when my spouse emails to remind me to make an appointment with Dr. Name, the vet, for our cat’s rabies shot. In the middle of six different tasks with several deadlines looming, I grab the Rolodex, flipped to the “N” section, and dial the number.)

Receptionist: “Dr. Nayme’s office, how can I help you?”

Me: “Hi, this is [My Name] and I need an appointment to bring Colonel Snuggledorf in for his rabies shot.”

Receptionist: “I am very sorry, but Dr. Nayme doesn’t administer rabies shots. And I do not believe we have a patient by the name of Colonel Snuggledorf.”

(I suspect the poor woman dislocated a rib laughing after she hung up. And my dentist makes a point of telling me every time I visit that he still doesn’t give rabies shots!)

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Failed A Number Of Times

| Whitehorse, YT, Canada | Extra Stupid, Popular, Technology

(My office phone number is the inverse of a shelter, so we get wrong numbers all the time.)

Me: “Good afternoon, [Office]. How may I help you?”

Client: “Hi, I need to talk to [Shelter Manager].”

Me: “I’m sorry, you have the wrong number. Their number is 1122. Ours is 2211.”

Client: “Is it? Oh, I’m sorry. Thank you!” *hangs up*

(The phone rings 10 seconds later.)

Me: “Good afternoon, [Office]. How may I help you?”

Client: “Hi, I need to talk to [Shelter Manager].”

Me: “Hi again! I’m sorry, but you still have the wrong number. Their number is 1122.”

Client: “What? Oh, geez, I called 2211 again! Sorry!” *hangs up*

(The phone rings 10 seconds later.)

Me: “Good afternoon, [Office]. How may I help you?”

Client: “Not you again!”

Me: “Yup, me again.”

Client: “Sorry, SORRY!” *hangs up*

(The phone rings 10 seconds later.)

Me: *skipping my normal intro* “Hi, let me guess, still trying for [Shelter Manager] at 1122?”

Client: “SON OF A—” *click*

(The phone rings 10 seconds later.)

Me: “Hi again!”

Client: *loud string of expletives followed by a phone slam*

(The phone rings 10 seconds later.)

Me: “Hi once again!”

Client: *loud ARGH followed by a few seconds of silence* “Can you… please… repeat that number to me… PLEASE?”

Me: “Sure, it’s 1122!”

Client: “Thank you… I am so… SO sorry.” *hangs up*

(I think they got it that time!)