I must have a serious lack of credibility
The other day as I was walking into work, I happened to look at my phone and noticed that I'd missed a call while driving. I listened to the voicemail, which was a bit fuzzy, but I could make out that it was a woman calling from some office in downtown Minneapolis asking about the delivery of some sandwiches. Since I would have hated for her whole office to not get lunch, I decided I should call her back and let her know she had the wrong number.
Me: "Hi, I'm just calling because someone from this number left me a voicemail about some sandwiches, and - "
Woman: "Yes, this is Joan, and I need those sandwiches by 11."
Me: "Well, the thing is, I was calling back to let you know that you have the wrong number. I'm sorry, but I can't help you, and I wanted to make sure - "
Joan: "I need those sandwiches by 11! You'll have them delivered by then."
Me: "I'm very sorry, but this is my personal cell number, and I'm afraid I can't help with any sandwiches."
Joan: "No, I need those sandwiches!"
Me: "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number. I don't work for a restaurant."
Joan: "No! I need those sandwiches delivered by 11."
Me: "I do not work for a restaurant, I'm afraid you have the wrong number."
Joan: "No, I have the correct number. It's 612-555-5555." [Which oddly enough was my cell number...]
Me: "I'm sorry, but this is my personal cell number. It does not belong to anyone affiliated with a restaurant. I'm sorry but I can't help you."
Joan: "Fine." [slams down the phone]
To this day, I'm both extremely puzzled and extremely entertained by the fact that she simply did not believe me when I said that she called the wrong number.
Me: "Hi, I'm just calling because someone from this number left me a voicemail about some sandwiches, and - "
Woman: "Yes, this is Joan, and I need those sandwiches by 11."
Me: "Well, the thing is, I was calling back to let you know that you have the wrong number. I'm sorry, but I can't help you, and I wanted to make sure - "
Joan: "I need those sandwiches by 11! You'll have them delivered by then."
Me: "I'm very sorry, but this is my personal cell number, and I'm afraid I can't help with any sandwiches."
Joan: "No, I need those sandwiches!"
Me: "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number. I don't work for a restaurant."
Joan: "No! I need those sandwiches delivered by 11."
Me: "I do not work for a restaurant, I'm afraid you have the wrong number."
Joan: "No, I have the correct number. It's 612-555-5555." [Which oddly enough was my cell number...]
Me: "I'm sorry, but this is my personal cell number. It does not belong to anyone affiliated with a restaurant. I'm sorry but I can't help you."
Joan: "Fine." [slams down the phone]
To this day, I'm both extremely puzzled and extremely entertained by the fact that she simply did not believe me when I said that she called the wrong number.
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