Stupidest. Caller. Ever.
My phone rang at 7:04 this morning, and on the other end was the stupidest person in the world.
I say, as I generally do, “Hello.”
She demands “Who’s this?”
I’m not sure of the etiquette in other parts of the world, but here in New England, that’s considered pretty rude. You called me.
“This is Jason. Who’s this?”
“Where’s Mark?” she replied, apparently looking for Mark Ryberg, the previous owner of my phone number. We’ve gotten a ton of calls over the past 10 months looking for the Rybergs, and our patience with these calls is starting to wear thin.
“Mark doesn’t live here anymore,” I said, assuming that would be the end of the conversation.
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met him, I just got his phone number.”
“Did you move into his house?”
“No, I bought my own house.”
“Did you kick him out?”
“No, I just got his phone number.”
“How did you get his phone number?”
“Well, the phone company only has a limited number of phone numbers available, so they recycle them. When I bought this house, they assigned me this number.”
“Can you give Mark a message?”
*click*
For propriety’s sake, I’ll not reveal the caller, but if they call back I’ll let them know about the magic of caller ID and reverse lookup.
