Please Hang Up And DO NOT Try Your Call Again
This is in the early 2000s. My cell phone rings with an unfamiliar landline number.
Me: “Hello?”
Teenage Girl: “Who is this?”
I’ve had my share of prank calls and drama with exes spying on me through creative means. I know not to answer that.
Me: “Who are you looking for?”
Teenage Girl: “Again, who are you?”
Me: “And once again, who are you looking for?”
Teenage Girl: “I found this number on a piece of paper in my house. Tell me who you are! Now!”
Me: *Deepening voice* “You dialed the wrong number!”
I give an evil vampire laugh and then hang up. I toss the phone on my couch and go back to playing my game. The phone rings again with the same number. I pick up again.
Teenage Boy: “Who the f*** is this?”
Me: *Deepened voice* “You tell me.”
Teenage Boy: “You want me to come kick your a**?”
I hear the girl in the background.
Teenage Girl: “Don’t threaten him! You have no idea who it is; he could be some sick serial killer!”
Teenage Boy: “S***! Okay, listen, I’m sorry—”
Me: *Sinister cackling* “Too late!” *Hangs up*
The phone rings again — same number. This is getting almost comical. I briefly debate letting it go to voicemail, but then I remember that I state my first and last name in the voicemail greeting. This time, I pick up and push the “End” button to immediately hang up. This happens three consecutive times before I decide to answer again.
Me: *Deep voice* “And who is annoying me this time?”
Middle-Aged Woman: “Excuse me, who is this?”
Me: “Jack the Ripper. Would you like to order a hit? I accept vehicle titles, property deeds, and written wills.”
Middle-Aged Woman: *Slight pause* “You’re going to jail! Why are you harassing and threatening my children? You want a nine-millimeter in your head? We got plenty of guns here!”
Me: “To my recollection, I’m the only person who is literally receiving harassing and threatening phone calls from you, my lady. Of course, if you would care to feel safer, you should consider hanging up and not dialing this number ever again.”
Middle-Aged Woman: “WHO ARE YOU?”
Me: “Who are you?”
Middle-Aged Woman: “WHO ARE YOU?”
Me: “Who are you?”
Middle-Aged Woman: “WHO ARE YOU?”
Me: “Who are you?”
Middle-Aged Woman: “You’re in deep! Hope you like jail!”
Me: “I’m shaking in my boots.” *Hangs up*
Thirty minutes later, the phone rings again with a different, unfamiliar number.
Officer: “Good afternoon, this is [Officer] with [City] Police. I received a complaint that you’ve been making threatening phone calls to a family—”
Me: “Officer, I will gladly run over to my cell phone provider right now and have them fax your precinct my cell phone records, which will show that not one single call from my number was placed to those bozos, and every single call was from their number to mine. If they feel any discomfort, they can feel free to stop calling me as, more than likely, they dialed the wrong number.”
The officer asked for my side of the story, I gave it, and she gave a relieved laugh and let me know she’d inform them of what was going on.
I never heard back from them again.