I have been using the same mobile number since the year 2000. Unlike some people who keep losing their cell phones or changing their numbers, I’ve never once lost mine or changed its number, well, at least I didn’t lose it permanently anyway. I accidentally left my cell phone in a cab sometime in 2004 but lucky for me the cab driver was gracious enough to return it to me.
In hindsight, I think he returned it because he realized that the Nokia 1210 he found was so crappy and worthless that he would make more money if he actually return the old contraption to the owner instead of trying to sell it off.
Oh well, I gave him the benefit of the doubt anyway,.. you are truly an angel Mr. Cab-Man for returning my phone. Here’s 20 bucks for your trouble.
Anyway, I changed my cell phone 3 times since then but the number remains the same. Since day 1 of me using that number, I have been receiving calls from people looking for one Mr. Fauzul, whom I assume must be the previous user of that ever so beautiful number (IT IS beautiful, I assure you). Politely, I would tell them that it’s the wrong number and then they would apologize and then we both hung up. End of story.
Now, 9 years later, once in 2, 3 months, I still receive calls from people looking for this Fauzul fella. It’s getting very very annoying. Don’t these people tell their friends when they change their number?
Worse, one time, someone left a message for him and guess what? It was his mother!!! Goodness gracious!
I’ve actually run out of creative ideas on the appropriate responses when receiving these calls. I’ve been polite, I’ve been business-like, I’ve been curt and I’ve been mean. It all depends on the mood of the moment.
One time, a child called looking for his Uncle Zul, I actually entertained the little fella when he didn’t understand what wrong number means. Well, at least until he asked me to sing a song for him. I draw the line at serenading strangers!
Another time, the caller insinuated something inappropriate when he called at 2 in the morning and was surprised to hear a woman answering the call instead of the male friend he expected. I actually spewed a flurry of curses down the line …. never mind who that idiot was, he didn’t know me anyway.
Last night someone called for him again and I told her that Fauzul is dead and that as his grieving widow, every call like this one would make my heart bleed all over again. Suffice to say, the caller was stumped!
I hope it wasn’t his mother!