Wrong Number… asshole!

For the last week and a half I have had the great displeasure of repeat phone calls from a man. Now I do not want to imply that this man is my stalker, nor to I want to imply that I encourage him in any way to continue to call me by striking up a conversation or asking how his day has been. To the contrary I make it very clear to the man what an irritant he is to my life and how I wish he would learn to input numbers correctly and thereby remove himself from the bubble of my universe forever.

The phone rings again and I see the same number that I have seen flashing up on my phone for days and even though I have a rule not to answer numbers I do not recognise, I have seen this number come up several times before and have a voicemail message on my phone from a very agitated man looking for Amit.

Channahboo: Hello
Man: Hello can I speak to Amit (in Hebrew)
Channahboo: No. Again, this is not Amit.
Man: Oh I have no idea how I keep calling your number by mistake
Channahboo: Perhaps Amit gave you the wrong number deliberately so you would annoy me instead of him
Man: But there are times when I have called this number and got through to Amit
Channahboo: You see that would be a lie sir, because if you actually dialled in Amit’s number every time then you would only ever get through to Amit, but you don’t do you… several times a day you call me instead.
Man: There must be something wrong with the phone
Channahboo: Now if you were using speed dial to call Amit then I would agree with you, but I think that we both know that is not true now don’t we.
Man: I am so sorry this will not happen again
Channahboo: Oh I live in hope!



About channahboo

I was once a Yorkshire lass, I guess I still am, but after moving to London and then on to Tel Aviv, New York and then back to Tel Aviv again, I wonder how much of the Yorkshire lass is left. The adventure continues and although many see my life as an extended episode of Seinfeld (you are free to laugh), I can also empathise with the Buddhist thought of life as our punishment. I guess the important part is the love that you carry with you through life’s journey and my back often feels the joyous strain of the weight of the love I carry.
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One Response to Wrong Number… asshole!

  1. Amiri says:

    Well, I must say that it seems to me that you _are_, in fact, encouraging him: All that conversation for a wrong number…Not to say that he isn't a bit off for being encouraged by this, but him being not entirely (or entirely not) OK in the head doesn't mean that he's not encouraged.Just don't answer.

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