How come whenever I try to tell someone who has called my cellphone that they have dialed the wrong number they refuse to believe me or don't even acknowledge that I told them so? There's a similar story on this blog from somewhere in the last two years, and in addition during my sophomore year of college my phone number somehow got placed on an escort service's website. So those were also some pretty interesting calls.
Today I got a call from an LA area code (even though I'm in the Midwest, my phone number has an LA area code...but not the same one that I got the call from, for the record). Anyway, the conversation went something like this:
Guy: Hi, this is X calling, just needed to know the address to bring the tow truck.
Me: Um....there must be some mistake.
Guy: So was the address La Cienega?
Me: I didn't order a tow truck.
Guy: Cuz we're on our way to La Cienega and--
Me: I think you dialed the wrong number, I didn't--
Guy: We need to know the address.
Me: .....I'm. Not. In. LA.
Guy: Oh!
Seriously, how does this person get through life?
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