Mmmmmmm...kay.

[captainsblog]

Office phone rang just now. Local number, like within a 5-10 mile radius local, but I don't recognize it, nor the voice that begins two lines down:

Me: Good morning, this is Ray ___, may I help you?

Her: Hi, I was just wondering why I had your phone number.

Me: Um, okay. Who are you?

Her: I just want to know why somebody left your number on my desk. Was I supposed to call you?

Me: Depends. Let's see. Where is the desk?

Her: I.... I just have a note here with your name and number. Are you Ray ___?

Me: Yes, but I still don't know why you're calling.

Her: Are you a business?

Me: I run a business. I'm an attorney.

Her: Oh. Do you handle personal matters.

Me: Depends on what kind.

Her: Well, I still don't know why I have your number.

Me (sotto voce): That makes two of us.

Me (louder): I'm sorry, I can't help you if I don't know why you're calling.

Her: Okay. Well, goodbye, then.

::click::

Other than that, it's been a delightful and productive morning.

Comments

[firynze.livejournal.com]

...people worry me sometimes.

[liddle-oldman.livejournal.com]

At least we now know who Salvador Dali was reincarnated into?

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

I have a besetting vice as regards the telephone. I have a bad habit of abusing unsolicited callers.

Me: Hello?
Caller: Who's this?
Me: Who did you call?
Caller: Who is this?
Me: You called me. Suppose you start out by introducing yourself?
Caller: Floyd?
Me: Nope. Goodbye.
Caller: Wait! Who is this?
...

Me: This is Bill Sheehan.
Caller: Is William Sheehan there?
Me: How can I help you?
Caller: I'm looking for William Sheehan.
Me: This is Bill Sheehan. How can I help you?
Caller: Are you William Sheehan?
Me: No, I'm sorry, he's not in. But he said didn't want to talk with you anyway.
---

I gotcha phone call right heah!

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

From Woody Allen's Getting Even collection of essays and other ephemera, circa late 60s:

Wiretapping cannot be employed indiscriminately, but its
effectiveness is illustrated by this transcript of a conversation between
two gang bosses in the New York area whose phones had been tapped
by the F.B.I.

Anthony: Hello? Rico?
Rico: Hello?
Anthony: Rico?
Rico: Hello.
Anthony: Rico?
Rico: I can't hear you.
Anthony: Is that you, Rico? I can't hear you.
Rico: What?
Anthony: Can you hear me?
Rico: Hello?
Anthony: Rico?
Rico: We have a bad connection.
Anthony: Can you hear me?
Rico: Hello?
Anthony: Rico?
Rico: Hello?
Anthony: Operator, we have a bad connection.
Operator: Hang up and dial again, sir.
Rico: Hello?

Because of this evidence, Anthony (The Fish) Rotunno and Rico
Panzini were convicted and are currently serving fifteen years in Sing
Sing for illegal possession of Bensonhurst.

[elbiesee.livejournal.com]

We get that at work, too. People will see our number on their caller ID, call us back, and be all "why'd you call?"

Often after somebody left a message on their machine.

(And more often than not, it's for a repaired instrument or something they ordered. It's not like we do cold calls.)

Seriously, one of these days I'm gonna say "because I wanted to play kazoo for somebody! Listen! *doot doot dooty doo*..."

[ellettra.livejournal.com]

Wierdo. (Her, I mean.)