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I've gotten three wrong number calls today.
This isn't a case of someone giving out our number for no apparent reason, as happened some years ago, giving us a lot of mostly Spanish-language calls for a stranger for a few weeks. Each of these callers was looking for someone different. The first person wanted me to be Patricia McManus, and to tell me about elder care. The second said she was calling from the American Red Cross to talk to Ella Kanner. The third, just now, dove right in with a chatty "hi, how are you?" and when I asked who she was, identified herself as Lynn and kept going. It turned out she was looking for a woman named Judy, who has this phone number in area code 219, which is Indiana. She was chatty enough about it being a wrong number and she guessed she'd just hang up and dial again and… that I resorted to hanging up without letting her finish the apologies.
My voice recognition yesterday was poor enough that I didn't recognize either![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude's mother nor one of his close friends, so with the third one it seemed possible that she was in fact calling to talk to us.
Fortunately, all these calls were from sensible people: none of them dealt with the problem of a wrong number by pressing "redial."
This isn't a case of someone giving out our number for no apparent reason, as happened some years ago, giving us a lot of mostly Spanish-language calls for a stranger for a few weeks. Each of these callers was looking for someone different. The first person wanted me to be Patricia McManus, and to tell me about elder care. The second said she was calling from the American Red Cross to talk to Ella Kanner. The third, just now, dove right in with a chatty "hi, how are you?" and when I asked who she was, identified herself as Lynn and kept going. It turned out she was looking for a woman named Judy, who has this phone number in area code 219, which is Indiana. She was chatty enough about it being a wrong number and she guessed she'd just hang up and dial again and… that I resorted to hanging up without letting her finish the apologies.
My voice recognition yesterday was poor enough that I didn't recognize either
cattitude's mother nor one of his close friends, so with the third one it seemed possible that she was in fact calling to talk to us.Fortunately, all these calls were from sensible people: none of them dealt with the problem of a wrong number by pressing "redial."
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