|takewithfood - 2009-01-22 |
My old phone number was one numeral away from the local power company, and man did I get a lot of wrong numbers. One woman actually argued with me that I WAS the power company. She called several times, insisting that I was fucking with her, and demanding that I speak to my manager. Her argument was that every time she called, she got me, so she couldn't be wrong, so I must have been lying.
Turns out she was hitting redial. In hindsight, I regret that I didn't ask for her credit card information.