Look, I'll admit it : I'm not perfect.
Yeah.. that's right *nods* - sometimes I dial in the wrong number into my phone.
However, when I find that the person who picks up the phone is not the person I am looking for, I will just apologise as best I can in a friendly, polite manner and put down the phone promptly....
I will also make it a point to look at the (wrong) phone number that I had just dialed and make sure that I do NOT accidentally redial that particular number.
Some person out there, however, has decided that this is just not his style.
You know who you are.
It really does NOT help that:
- You were calling (repeatedly) at midnight when I was trying to sleep,
- You kept asking "Hey, what's your name?", "Tell me your name", "Where is this that I am calling?" x10 although I informed you that I did not feel comfortable telling you (look, bub, call me weird but I don't like making small talk and telling personal details to STRANGERS over the phone),
- At first I thought you just didn't understand me because you don't really understand English, but by the fourth call, I was exasperated to find that you speak perfect (but heavily accented) English that the Queen would approve of, and
- You call AGAIN the next morning! - TWICE! - and STILL insisting that I tell you my name and asking for your friend, which I had already explained CANNOT BE CONTACTED AT THIS NUMBER BECAUSE IT IS MINE AND NOT YOUR FRIEND'S!
Did your mother drop you on the head when you were a baby or something??
Have a good life, where ever you are.
... but please do live it far, far away from me and my phone.
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