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A few years ago, I started getting phone calls for someone with my same name. I would carry on conversation for a minute or so, trying to figure out who I was talking to, before figuring out it as a wrong number. I got to know quite a bit about the guy with my name by the questions the caller would ask to verify that they had the wrong guy. I found out he was new in town, where he worked, where he had previously lived, etc.
One caller refused to believe I wasn't his friend. The wife answered the phone, he asked for me and the conversation went something like:
Him: Who's the chick?
Me: That's my wife.
Him: (laughing) Oh really, when did that happen?
Me: Who is this?
Him: (laughing harder) You ass hole, you know who this is. Who's the chick.
Me: You have the wrong number.
Him: (still laughing) Yeah, right, wrong number. I'll call back later when you can talk.
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