We’ve all been there. That split second of confusion when you answer the phone and hear, “Hi honey, is dinner ready?” and you’re fairly certain your goldfish hasn’t learned to cook Thai food. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I’m talking about the dreaded wrong number.
My Life as a Wrong Number Hotline
Now, I’m not talking about the occasional misdial. Oh no, my friends, this is different. This is my life since January. It all started innocently enough. A missed call, an unknown area code – standard stuff. But then came the second call, and the third, and the tenth… all from different numbers, all looking for the same person. It seems that somewhere out there, someone (let’s call him Bob) is having a very confusing year.
The most baffling calls, however, are the ones where people launch into detailed accounts of their day, assuming I’m Bob and privy to the ongoing saga of their lives. I’ve learned about workplace drama, relationship woes, and even the intricacies of competitive dog grooming (apparently, it’s a thing).