Revenge on Wrong Number Dialer
 

I am sitting on the couch watching some World Series when the phone rings. The heavily accented voice on the line asks me if I want ranch or ketchup on the side. Perplexed, I ask him to repeat and after realizing that I have no knowledge that could help this person I inform him that he has dialed the wrong number. I was extremely polite during the entire exchange.

The person then says that I should fornicate myself and that I was a little female dog.

My first instinct was to call back the number and give him some hell. I do think revenge, like Ahi tuna is a dish best served cold. I have saved his number and want to bring the pain in a more creative manner.

What suggestions my Pelican brothers do you have that would cause this person a great deal of inconvenience for his asshat behavior?

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Hah! I had a similar experience a few weeks back. I'm pretty sure it was a couple of little kids pulling prank calls.

The first time they called, I answered, we went through the "hello" thing a couple of times, and I eventually told them they had the wrong number and hung up.

The second call, within a minute of the first sounded like it was from a kid of African-American decent, probably somewhere in the 10-13yo range telling me he was going to beat my arse and a few other choice phrases. I just laughed and laughed and laughed.

Then what sounded like his younger brother called and tried to do something similar, but sounding like he was 7-10, he had much less convition and I think actually apologized at the end.

Then the phone rang and I was bored so I sent the call to VM. The VM that I got was from the younger kid, I think being prompted by the older kid. He tried to pull off like he was the kids mother and was apologizing, but also said "my brother" and at some point started hitting on me. It was pretty funny.

Back when I was single and in my late 20s I was often out late on Saturday night. It was great to sleep in on Sunday morning in my own house. For several weeks in a row at 6:00 AM some old lady would call me and ask for Martha. I was polite and said that no one named Martha lived here, you have called the wrong number. She would apologize but she had awakened me from a good sleep. That happened three Sunday's in a row.

The fourth time I just blurted out "Martha died" and started sobbing, than hung up. She did not call again. I always wondered if she bumped into Martha at church and was shocked to see her alive. I did not care, I got to sleep in on Sunday morning after a late night of bachelorhood.

from now on..everytime you walk past one of those chances for a free car or anything..register him with that number. go with a classic Mike Hunt or something as a name.

get that number on every call list on the planet.

For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day, when you just need to take it out on someone... don't take that bad day out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know! Read this guy's experience:

Now get this: I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered saying, "Hello?"

I politely said, "This is Fred Hanifin, and could I please speak to Robin Carter?"

Suddenly the phone was slammed down! I couldn't believe anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided
to call it again. When the same person answered again, I yelled, "You're an *******!" and hung up.

Next to his phone number I wrote the word '*******' and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him. He'd answer and I'd yell, "You're an *******!" It always cheered me up.

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me - I would probably have to stop calling the *******. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number. When I heard, "Hello?" I made up a name. "Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone
company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?"

He answered "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an *******!"

The reason I took the time to tell you this story is to show you how, if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it! Just dial 823-4863!!

---------- Keep reading -- it gets better.

An old lady at the shopping center really took her time pulling out of a parking space. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally her car began to move, and she started to v-e-r-y slowly back out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to maneuver.

"Great," I thought, "she's finally leaving." All of a sudden, a black Mercedes came flying up the parking aisle, going the wrong direction, and pulled into her space. I hit the horn and started yelling, "You can't do that. I was here first!"

The guy climbed out of his Mercedes, completely ignoring me. He walked toward the shopping center as if he hadn't heard me. I thought to myself, "This guy's an *******. There's sure a lot of *******s in this world." Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.

A couple of days later, I'm sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, "You're an *******!" (it's really easy since I have his number on speed dial now). I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Mercedes laying on my desk and figured I'd better call this guy, too.

After a couple of rings, someone answered the phone and said, "Hello?"
I said, "Is this the guy with the black Mercedes for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?"
"Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out front."
"What's your name?"
"My name's Don Hansen."
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home in the evenings."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes."
"Don, you're an *******!" And I slammed the phone down.

After I hung up, I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer. I must say, for a while things seemed to be going much better for me. Now when I had a problem, I had two *******s to call.

Then, after several months of calling the *******s and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution:

First, I had my phone speed dial ******* number 1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?"
I yelled, "You're an *******!" but I didn't hang up.
The ******* said, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "Stop calling me."
I said, "Make me."
He said, "What's your name, Pal?"
So I told him, "Don Hansen."
He said, "Where do you live?"
I answered, "1802 West 34st Street. It's a yellow house and my black Mercedes is parked out front."
"I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers."
"Yeah, like I'm really scared, *******!" and I hung up. Then I called ******* number 2.
He answered, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, *******."
He said, "If I ever find out who you are ..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll kick your ass."
"Well, here's your chance ... I'm coming over right now, *******!" And I hung up.

Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as I got home. Then I made another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down on West 34th Street.

After that, I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

Glorious satisfaction -- watching the two *******s kicking the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew was one of the greatest experiences of my life .

The story you have just read is true - but the names have been changed.

Vash! good to see you back...

Our cabin phone number must have been recycled from someone who used it in the relatively distant past. About once a month we would get a call from someone looking for Alice. The callers were from companies that had done business with Alice and were trying to restart whatever business they had done with her before. Our standard response was to immediately adopt a somber, funereal tone of voice and say, I'm sorry . . . Alice doesn't live here anymore. Most of them got the reference. Eventually the calls stopped.

Call every car dealer you can think of,tell them you are interested in a(make up make model year) give them a name,that number....call me when you find it..

good on quicksix those dealers won't stop calling for months,

second the motion to welcome vash back

I once had a guy call out of the blue in the late 70's telling me he was going to drive by and shoot up my house. I hung up but after a couple more calls calmly told him when he came by & shot at my house I'd ventilate his curly haired head with one of my 9mm's. Never heard from him afterwards.

Well, first, since it is now personal, for the first act may I suggest we take a poll as to this person's new name. You've gotta have a name in order for the fun to begin. For example, I've always liked using Dill Doe, or Dill Dough....

For the second act, I'll venture a guess *cough* *cough* Mr. Doe, or Mr. Dough or whichever name polls best, is going to be very, very, very busy between answering calls from trying to sell all sorts of items on craigslist to answering calls from personals on craigslist.....

For the third act, Mr. Dough's phone number checks out as a mobile number. It shouldn't be terribly difficult to identify which provider. Once that is known, and using a burner e-mail account, let the texts and Carlos Danger pics via e-mail to Mr. Dough's phone rip.

For the fourth act, should you be in a spending mood, may I suggest taking out for example a bill board ad, or placing an internet banner add with said number as a point of contact.....

No matter what you ultimately decide upon, be sure to have fun! Best wishes to your successful counter of the defective douch-nozzle

Esel, that is some first rate suggestions. While I don't think it will go to billboard status, the others are definately doable.

Been looking into setting up a wakeup service call for him but you have given me some inspiration.

His voice mail goes to a person called Raven.

A fax machine is very easy to program for 'send later', with multiple tries five minutes apart. Just sayin'.

Right after we moved into our house 20 years ago we got a new phone number. We quickly discovered that the number had been the phone number to a oil and gas company that went bankrupt. We kept getting calls from people looking for the gas company. I was polite on the first call and told the caller that company was no longer in business. If the same person called right back, I just told them they were screwed, the company is bankrupt, don't call again.

One day after about five years of that I called 411 and asked for the number of the company. The information folks gave me my phone number. I said wait, I need to talk to a supervisor. It took a while but I finally explained that they were still giving out my phone number to a defunct company. I heard a lot of keyboard action and she said I was right. Well duh. She said she would turn in a trouble ticket for the number and get them removed from that number.

It's amazingly easy to write up a quick dialer script that dials a number then plays a random .wav file, say the hamster dance tune, Rick Astley, or anything from SOD.

Not that I'd know anything about that or have reason to do it.

Back when you still had to pay for long distance, I had some female of certain class level who couldnt get it thru her thick skull that she had the wrong number, every damn time she called. Pre-Caller ID. Last time she called, went full ghetto on her and starting the insult war, She threatened to drive up from Atlanta and discuss the matter face to face. "You're in Atlanta?" Put the phone down on the table and walked away, occasionally picked it back up and fired off another insult when she quieted down every 5-10 minutes. This went on for 2 hours before she finally hung up.

If it is a mobile number just enlighten him to the complete works of Shakespeare...
Man texts Gumtree fraud entire works of Shakespeare - Telegraph

Jerky Boys = redux?

If you go to a website about new vehicles, edmunds or KBB or any of them, research a vehicle and ask for a quote using his number. The low-life car salemen will NEVER give up.
He'll get calls for every dealer within 25 miles.

They will call and call and call for years, just to show their managers that they are trying.
Just be sure to use a BS e-maill addy/profile or they'll get you too.

I personally know this works.

So far I signed this dude up to buy a Corvetta, a Corolla and any Ford under 10k.


Under special instructions for the dealer I asked that the cars be ketchup or ranch colors as an homage to the asshatery on the phone.

TrueCar.com....made the mistake of getting a price on an FJ Cruiser through them. Every Toyota dealer within 50 miles was calling for months.

truecar-done, also put him on some scam breast cancer charity that is especially aggressive.

Chuckling along here. Reminds some time ago while visiting at a friends house.

Solicitor call comes in. Apparently it was a female caller.

Friend slowly turns the conversation to perv and like a sex line. Too funny, because whatever the caller was about, he'd let her some slack and she'd give the pitch but then he'd get raunchy, ask what color panties she's wearing, fascinating about her. I guess she did reply on some things, then he went on to what he's doing to himself.... lol.

Eventually a supervisor got on the line and started to reprimand him, said they were recording and going to report him. Friend again started the routine on the supervisor and further replied they had his permission and encouraged to call the authorities. Told them if they didn't like his behavior or language, don't bother to call.

Funny time, still makes me laugh.

Before anyone calls:

No, I don't have Prince Albert in a can.

Yes, my refrigerator is running.

I'm fresh out of Janitor in a Drum

And no, Mr. Wall is not home - nor are any of the Walls.

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Well guys, you do realize that when you google his number, this thread is #4 on the search list.

I would love a crank call from Roy :)

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Well java, how big a boy are you?

I know I live an isolated life but I am curious about something in the OP.

What type of food does one order for delivery that some people want a side of ketchup and some people want ranch as a "side"?

I can't think of anything I have eaten that I would want a side dish where that is the choice.

French fries or onion rings..

A friend who owns an auto repair business keeps one of those air horns like on a boat on his desk. When a solicitor calls he politely tells them no. If they keep talking, after giving a wave to the rest of the people in the office so they can plug their ears, he gives 'em the horn. They never call back.

In college, you could just dial the last 5 digits of the phone number if you had a campus number. My girlfriend at the time had a house that would get called any time someone on campus forgot to dial 9 first. It was really annoying because it would ring all the time. I would usually explain it patiently once but after a while got sick of it and started taking pizza orders, tee times etc. It was just easier.

I know it's distasteful, but you could put up a Craigslist ad in the local area. One of those gloryhole or "come bang my wife" type listings with his number... "I'll pretend I don't know what you're talking about, but it's part of what turns me on - I'll make you work for it etc" LOL!

When I finished high school, we listed the Principal's car for sale in the city newspaper (pre internet days), but for literally less than half what it was worth. Apparently he was getting calls for two weeks on it.

Isolated life?

Understatement.

Fries with ranch is like you know, the best.

People have fries delivered? There are fast food places everywhere. And ranch on fries? Yuck. Different strokes for different folks. That is way different than me.

Actually, a simple google search of the number shows here that the number is listed to Hadra Castillo.

If true, it's alarming that sort of information is so easily accessed.

Hadra Castillo
Richmond, TX
Experience & Education

Work
Company: Amazing smiles - Houston, TX
Clinical project manager

Company: Stuyvesant dental - Manhattan, NY
Clinical project manager

related to Carlos A Castillo , age 52

Wow. Hadra could be the hombre as the accent was thick.


I saw that he called me this afternoon, probably after getting numerous calls from car dealers with ketchup and ranch colored cars.

I dialed up my Dad a few years ago. Missed the last number and put in the wrong one. An old man answered and I thought it might be one of my Dads friends that was visiting. I asked to speak to Mr. Holloway. He said "Who?" I apologized but like any old, lonely man he asked who I was trying to contact. I told him my Dads name and he said "Oh ya, I know him!' we started talking and come to find out they worked at the same sight 30 years ago, started talking about mutual people we knew. After about 10 minutes I told him that I should now call my Dad and he said, "call any time. It was nice talking to someone. I don't talk to many folks anymore because I'm house bound, kids have their own lives...you know how it is."

Ya never know whats going on I guess...

Sign him up to be a Trump volunteer.

A few years back people were dialing my number late at night on the weekends and waking me up. The callers were young men, usually drunk and were calling for a certain young lady.
I would write down the numbers and wait.
Being an early riser, I would phone the offenders on my cell phone at 5 or 6 am on Saturday and Sunday mornings for a few weekends in a row.