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Note to self: don't piss off LeeAnn

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

That is why you are THE Cheesemistress. She'll be changin' her number any minute now.

Ohyespleasedoit. Auction that sucker off. Let me experience the Cheese vicariously through you.

OOOOOOOOO PLEASE GIVE ME THE NUMBER _i'll call her and record for everyone to hear!!!

LOL....hysterical!!! I've called numbers back that I don't know, but it's never went down like that. hehehe...spy! Keep blogging cuz you make my day!!!

LeeAnn, you always find the most interesting people! I'm so jealous... at least I will be when I stop laughing so hard.

That is hilarious!

Nope, sorry... can't release the number, because the Cheese doesn't blog and tell. Discretion is my middle name.
It's actually Agatha, but you don't need to know that.

What I love is when they call ME and it's the wrong number. I politely tell them this and then they proceed to give ME the third degree, like it must be MY mistake, not theirs, or like I'm deliberately withholding "the truth" from them.

The Caller: Who are you? What's your name?
Me: I'm not telling you that. You called ME. You have the WRONG number.
The Caller: Well what number is this?
Me: It's the WRONG number. You dialed wrong. Just hang up and redial more carefully.
The Caller: Who is this? Is Jim there or not?
Me: YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER. There is no Jim here. Ever.
The Caller: Jim? Is Jim there??? Put him on.
Me: NO. No Jim here. YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER.
The Caller: What number is this?

Oh you are soooo bad!

Cool, just hang on to the number and call her back every six months and say "sorry i must have dialled the wrong number."

My best one was:

Caller: hi is sarah there.
Me: no im afraid you must have the wrong number.
Caller: Is sarah out at the moment?
Me: no sarah does not live here.
Caller: Are you sure.
Me: pretty sure as this is my number and my house.
Caller: Oh, (sound of cogs mashing and general brain wurrrr) Can i leave a message for her for when she gest back.
Me: Of course you can why dont you give her a call *click (sound of me putting the reciver down.).

My first time visiting...referred by the Road Warrior and I must say, I politely bow to the Mistress! I think there is much to be learned at your feet.

My personal best...one digit off from a snoty restaurant. After 9 p.m., I started taking reservations. They changed their number. Woohoo!

I shall return to learn more!

Another Lee Ann

What I hate is where they've dialed the wrong number and then act like it's MY fault. Sheesh.

I got good at handling wrong numbers for awhile there -- my phone number was one digit off from a pharmacy, my number had a 3 where the pharmacy had an 8, and lots of little old ladies apparently have a problem reading 8 for 3 sometimes. I'd graciously inform them that no, this wasn't the pharmacy, and I'd give them the number of the pharmacy, and they'd thank me nicely and hang up, and we'd both feel good about each other.

There were two incidents, though, that were less than pleasant that stand out in my mind. One, a woman called, got the answering machine, didn't bother to listen to the message which informed callers that they'd reached the XXXX residence, and left a message saying they had to cancel her prescription that had been called in earlier. I got the number off of Caller ID, called her back, told her that she hadn't called the pharmacy, and that she needed to call the pharmacy if she had to cancel the prescription. I gave her the number and everything. She got mad at me.

The second incident, a woman who sounded an awful lot like someone whose native language was something other than English wanted the pharmacy. I told her this wasn't the pharmacy. She asked me to transfer her to the pharmacy. I explained that I couldn't, gave her the number for the pharmacy, and hung up. She called me back and asked me to transfer her to the pharmacy. I explained that this was a residence, and not the store she was trying to reach, and not the pharmacy, and the number of the pharmacy was XXX-X8XX, and she should call that number after she hung up. She got the point the second time, at least.

When we moved and I was going to lose that number, I called the pharmacy and asked them if they wanted to pick it up, because we got a lot of wrong numbers for them. They said they already had the maximum number of incoming lines and didn't see why they'd want to get that number.

I just hope the next person to get the number didn't go stark raving mad over it....

I think you just outed Victoria Plame's cell phone.

Stephen- Uh oh.
I guess that would have made it Victoria's secret, huh?

Or you could have a cell phone (like the one I HAVE to carry for work) and the battery lasts ONE FREAKIN' DAY! If I don't charge it every night, it won't last the next day. Today I placed three calls all of less than one minute and the battery was dead by 4:20pm after being charged all night. Talk about missed calls!

Holy crap, that was hysterical! I love how defensive she got -- before, of course, you asked her if she worked for the government. Bah ha ha!

This was fun to read..great writing!

At my last job I was forced to have a phone. Brand new phone, new phone number.

I came to the conclusion that the last owner of that phone number had it disconnected for non-payment because...

His friends kept calling me, I would tell them that it is no longer his phone number. One friend called and asked why I stole his friends phone and started yelling he was going to call the cops for my stealing it.

I'll be making random phone calls this weekend anyway. What's one more?

Can I have the number? I'm in the market for real estate in whatever state that is.

Send it to me. Yesssss...I can have fun for the day.....

One day I got into work at the theater and there was a message on the answering machine from an elderly gentleman demanding that we change our telephone number because people were calling his house for movies times. He'd had his number for 20 years, and we'd only had ours for one year at the time, so obviously he felt he had dibs on his, even though HIS number was a combination of the prefix to our office phone line and the suffix to our movie line recording, so we would have to change TWO telephone numbers to make him happy...

I actually felt sorry for him, but our official company motto and disclaimer is "Not responsible for stupid customers"....

My office is right around the corner from the regional FBI office. If you like give me the number and I will call her from the FBI’s lobby. Yes Miss, did you make a wrong number call last week?

Might be fun ;-)

On a lighter note. I was in Chicago last week and went to the Navy Pier. I noticed that in one of the shops they had a cart with big lettering across the top “FAIRY CART”. Really. I was tempted to go in and ask for the Cheesemistress but thought I might end up with guys in white coats instead.

I think Teresa Heinz Kerry has enough to worry about without you auctioning off her number.

Too funny LeeAnn. I'd bet you'd make a bundle in the sale.

We use to get calls for a school; we finally figured out what was wrong and would give them the correct number. (usually they were polite though)

My missed number mistakes usually have run sometbing like this;
Um, hi you called me?
Who is this?
Rachel Ann.
No.
No?
No.
Oh, okay. Your number is on my machine.
No. I didn't call you.
Okay.
bye.
bye.

I guess I never reached a spy. Dang it.

A friend of mine had trouble with lines crossing -- somehow the Red Lion hotel number was ringing through to her line. And it rang constantly. So after several hours of her calling the phone company and the hotel with no resolution, she was answering the phone, "Fuck you for calling Red Lion!"

So how come nobody's asked the question that's begging to be asked?

What's a "professional-quality" blow job?

I've only ever had the regular, amateur kind. Have I been missing out?