Recycled phone numbers.....
 

Orlando man given George Zimmerman

They don't tell ya who had it before.....:rolleyes:

The number I had at my old place, which I kept for about 13 years, had belonged to a temp hiring agency.

Ten years after I had that number, I would still get an occasional call asking if I was "Labor Force". I started telling the people to get a new Yellow Pages.... geeze, no wonder they were unemployed.

Man. that sucks. i cant believe so many people have this much time on their hands to blindly call someone to say "i'ma kill U son"

Wow...

I just changed from a coed's old number. She had gone AWOL and her mom was looking for her. She didn't like it when I answered the phone. I told her it was MY number now, how the f long has it been since you talked to the b? I'd had the number for a few months.

No, after that I didn't get any pics.

The phone number we have had for 15 years used to belong to a oil & gas firm that went away long ago. The first few years we got a lot of calls from people looking for them. One guy said the phone company had just given him the number when he asked for the company. I called 411 and asked for the company and she gave me my number. She transfered me to a supervisior that got that fixed.

I just googled my phone number and there are dozens of hits that still have the company listed as that number.

When I was in college we had the same # as playboy minus the 800 part. We would get calls from drunks who would put in our area code instead of 800. We would tell them all kinds of Sheet, and that they just won an all expense trip to the playboy mansion! and the limo would pick them up next week!

One of my favorite scenes from Ruthless People:


Sam Stone: [answering the phone] Hello? Debbie? Yeah, Debbie's here, who's this? Well, Ralph, uh, Debbie can't talk right now, my dick's in her mouth. How about if I have her call you back later when I'm done?
[hangs up and laughs]
Sam Stone: I love wrong numbers.

Years ago I began receiving calls asking what time the movie starts. All of a sudden, call after call. Well, they were calling the Pussycat, a downtown porn theatre.

I looked at their newspaper ad (this was pre-Internet) and a 3 in their, printed very small, phone number was very hard to distinguish from an 8, which made it my number, so I called the theatre.

The theatre manager was uncooperative, a real mouth breather, said he couldn't get their phone number size increased in the ad and the business owners were in another city and he didn't have their number to call.

So, I said, Fine, I'll locate the owners myself and wait to hear back from them. In the meantime I'm going to continue telling the 20 to 30 callers a day that there was a bad projection room fire and the Pussycat will be closed for 6 months to a year, then hung up on the mouth breather. Two newspapers later and they'd greatly enlarged their no. in their add and the calls ceased.

My parents had a phone number one off from a pizza joint. People would call and order a pizza all the time. My dad would politely tell them ONCE that they had the wrong number. If the same person called back Dad would say, congratulations, you are a lucky winner. You are the 10,000 caller and you get free pizza for a year. Just come down to the store and talk to the manager to collect your certificate. They went out of business within 6 months.

I had a number way back that was one number off from the famous Lions Drag Strip. Calls usually came Sat afternoon. I would tell them that if they came to the ticket booth with an empty can of Coors that they would receive a free ticket.

Move to a brand new house and for 2 years got calls for a "Death Beat" that left town with debt everywhere.

One day, got home and listen to 5 minutes + message from an ex-girlfriend babbling about everything and left very important information about her and her location :rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:

Call her back, read her head (to protect herself) and by the time I hang up, I think she had Pipi in her underwear :)

One Sat. afternoon, phone wakes me up from a deep nap. After a groggy, Hello?, a male voice asks for...Who are you asking for?, I ask groggily.

The male voice then says, I'm sorry. You have the wrong number.

Huh?, I grunt (again, groggily) and the guy laughs, says, I'm right aren't I?

Finally woke up, laughed and said, Yes, you do. :)